This article can also apply to your favorite aunt or your grandma, but at the heart of this, it’s about how every boy needs his mama.

After a long stressful day with two finals and a long shift at work, I immediately turn to calling my mom. I’m twenty years old and live an hour and a half away from my mom and have been living on my own for two years now, but she is still the person I call to get out all of my frustration or random emotions. I could do this with anyone, but the best part is she just sits there and listens and anyone who knows me knows that I can go on and on for hours, but she’s so patient and this isn’t any old conversation - this is like me picking up the phone calling her and starting the conversation “Have you ever had a boss you just truly hate more than anything?” and she started laughing so hard and told me her stories.

My mom has been putting up with me for twenty years and still hasn’t found some way to either A. convince me that I’m adopted or B. How to block my phone number. She and I are the most alike in my family so it’s obvious why we talk so much. She just understands how things go on in my head before I even have to explain anything. The caveat is this is also why WHEN we fight, it’s like World War 3. The amount of us butting heads is a small amount but, ya know it happens!

My favorite part about my relationship with my mom is that I get all of the ‘adult’ advice I need, whether it’s when to not go off on my shift lead at work or what to take when I get sick. When I’m completely unsure of something or lonely, I give a call to her and ask her what she’s doing. Sure, I mean this could all mean that I’m a big Mama’s Boy, but who ever said that was a bad thing? I’ve learned that listening to her mistakes has stopped me from making my own mistakes.

So here I am FaceTiming my mom at 9:30pm on a Friday before finals having more fun than I could have anywhere else, bonding over our love of Christmas and wrapping presents. I guess you tend to see more how much you need your parents when they aren’t just a 10 minutes drive away from you and you don’t get a home cooked meal in months. Maybe I am just a Mama’s Boy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Love you Mama!