I bet my mother just read that headline and became extremely worried for what I was about to say next. Just kidding.

I'm not one for the serious talk. It really never worked that well for me, I inherited that from my dad.

I attend college at Ole Miss, the prettiest college in the world, and I live 12 hours from home. I live in a small town in Texas. I am an only child, I am extremely close to my parents and three cats, and I have never really lived anywhere else that wasn't 30 minutes apart. It was a very blessed childhood. It also makes me extremely homesick.

I call my mother, on average, about 3-5 times a week, depending on how many tests/projects/times I want to avoid studying that I have. Usually it will be at least an hour conversation, and usually about the same thing because, well, we are the same person. But it's always a fun conversation.

After I moved away for college, I was worried that I would change as a person and when I returned home, my parents and I would have to get to know each other again. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. But it was a little interesting, because suddenly you are not the little kid that can just smile and get away with everything (well, kind of). My mother and I are best friends first. And I learned that when I went off to college, our roles were kind of changed.

She is still my mother and will always be the one to say, "No, no dear, that's not smart, don't do that," but she also has become even more of a person to share everything with. We always told each other everything, but now we told each other everything in a way that it is two people that are talking to each other, not just a mother and daughter. I will always be her little girl, but you will find that as you get older, your mother becomes a person, just like you.

When I was younger, my mother was a "princess" who was the prettiest person in the world, and everyone had to bow down to her. Now, that's still the case, of course, since she will forever be queen, but now she is a woman, just like me, who is successful and admired for many more, different reasons.

I learned a lot about my mom whenever I left for college. I realized how hard it is not to have your mommy holding your hand and walking you to your classes. Whenever a teacher is mean to you, mom can't go to their office hours for you and "take care of it." You used to be so embarrassed about getting dropped off at school in the morning, but now college would be so much nicer if mom just dropped you off at class (then I wouldn't have to deal with commuter parking). I realized that while they still pay for just about everything (very thankfully I have this luxury that some do not), you realize in less than four years, you won't have the pretty "emergency" card to swipe at CVS. Suddenly being the spoiled brat all those year is really catching up to you. You have to get a j.o.b. and you have to pay taxes. You also realize you don't get to wake up at home for every holiday. Which is really the worst part. But that means you get amazing care packages. You also realize that all of this is affecting her too, most likely in a much bigger way than you think.

You realize that she may not have her mom to lean on either when life gets too hard, and you start to understand what a blessing you have that others may not.

I also realized that at some point in life, my mother was a person in my shoes too. She went to college, she failed a class, she was homesick. She did not just magically appear just to give birth to you, as some would like to believe.

She is a person like you, a wonderful and caring person, who puts you before anything else. Because even though it's just a phone conversation, it's the few moments she gets to talk to you. And those moments are the moments she has for the rest of the day, or the next day, or the next. That's what you don't realize.

You also realize she probably wore just as scandalous outfits as you, and probably did crazy things in college that she will never tell you because it was many moons ago, and a "different time."

You also realize how much you miss your mother. And how much you want to be like her, because she seems to have it all together, even if she really doesn't. You could learn a lot from her, and will for the rest of your life. You also realize that sometimes, even when you're just too busy, you should still call your mom. Always call your mom.

You realize that your mother is a person, just like you; but just a better version of you. Because at some point, we all become our mothers. Or at least try to.