I’ve been in a rut trying to decide what to write about for a few weeks now. Normally I try to write about the problems that are facing my life around the time that I am due to write an article. Reflecting over the past few weeks, I looked for an overarching theme, something that connects all my struggles from this time in my life together. I then realize that throughout this whole time, there has been one person who has been there for me all hours of the day, and always delighted to listen to any concerns I have– my mom.
This title may seem completely cliché; most people love their mothers and plenty of people have close relationships to them. But I barely feel like my mother just my mother. She’s one of my best friends. I am truly thankful to have someone so affectionate, caring, funny, and interesting in my life.
Throughout my life my mom has always been the person I can tell anything to. There are never any barriers with her. This is what makes her such a unique person. Most parents will have some sort of limit to what we can say around them, but I can rant to her about anything without fear of being punished, judged, or reprimanded. Of course, when I still lived with her, if there was something I did that was clearly wrong, I would not get away with it, but authority was never her parenting style. She made sure to talk to me as an equal. I could talk to her in the same way that I would talk to a friend, make the same jokes, and tell her the same things– and this is still the case.
Lately I’ve been having very serious problems that I’ve never encountered before. And throughout this time, I have been lucky to have a safe space in my mother. I can tell her anything, and she never looks down at me as a lesser individual for the problems I have, or act like she has all the answers. She is always completely understanding, and continues to affirm me in what I’m doing right and the positivity that remains in my life. She has never disappointed me, and will even pick up the phone when I’m having a panic attack at 3 AM. Somehow she makes me believe I’m not being a nuisance.
My mom makes sure to be a constant source of confirmation for who I am. She will text me at random times and tell me how proud she is of me, and how much she loves me and is always so interested in my life and in how I’m doing. She will never let our conversation reach an awkward point because she never runs out of questions about my life and how she can help me succeed. Her level of energy she puts into helping me daily is honestly alarming and I could not thank her enough.
I miss my mother everyday and she is the most extraordinary person I have ever met in my life. I am indeed a mama’s boy, and I’m in no way afraid to admit it.
