I'm sitting in the class that I dread everyday. I try my best to pay attention, but between the boring lecture and my lack of sleep, I do things to distract me. I write important dates in my planner, I look around the classroom aimlessly, and I doodle. While trying to distract myself from the boring lecture, I actually hear something that brings my attention back to what's going on in the classroom. My professor exclaimed that if you have an open relationship with your parents, then the relationship between children and parents is unstable. She then went on to say that if a child talks to their parents and tells them information without feeling judged that the attachment is not secure. However, I strongly disagree with this. It actually took everything out of me not to get up and yell in her face. I swear, I'm generally a nice person.

I grew up with both parents in my life, until my parents got divorced when I was in elementary school. After my parents divorced, I ended up living with my mother, who went above and beyond to do everything she could for myself and my little sister. Throughout the entire divorce, my mother was very open with us about the situation and never kept anything from us, despite our age and lack of knowledge at times. The way my mom portrayed herself, honest and open, was something that my sister and I carried on into our own personalities.

Looking back on everything that has happened in my life, I realize I didn't have to keep anything from my mom, or even from my sister for that matter. When something bad happened, I told my mom about it. When something good happened, I told my mom about it. When I was little, I didn't see this as anything but normal, but when I was in middle school and in high school, I noticed how different my relationship was with my mom, compared to the relationship that some of my friends had with their mom or dad.

Instead of lying to my mom about what was happening in my life, like many of my friends had to do, I told her the truth. I told my mom about all of my boy troubles, and she was right there to offer advice and at times, wiped the unnecessary tears away. When I went to a party, instead of lying about my whereabouts, I told my mom where I was going, and she always drilled it into my head that she was a phone call away and to always be safe and smart. If I failed a test, I told her about it, and oftentimes, she would help me study for the next one. By telling my mom the truth about what was happening in my life, I always felt like I had someone to talk to that wouldn't judge me. When I talk to my mom about things, she lets me talk, and then she will offer advice, and at times, she even discipline's me for my actions. However, I didn't care about that, I was happy to tell my mom everything that was happening in my crazy life.

So to the professor that claims that if I have an open relationship with my mom, that our relationship is unstable and not secure, bug off. I wouldn't trade my relationship with my mother for anything in the world. She is my confidant, my best friend, and more importantly, the best mother I could ask for. While many people have to hide themselves from their parents, or parent, I do not, and I couldn't be more thankful. I'm twenty years old and I will continue to call my mom when I have boy troubles, I'll continue to tell her when I'm going to a party, and I will continue to tell her when I bombed a test. At the end of the day, she is always there for me no matter what I do.