Once I read this article, actually by a girl of the same name, in which she said she was glad that her mother was not her best friend. There was a clear distinction that her mom was her mother, her discipliner, her shoulder to cry on, and most importantly, there was a clear differentiation between the two of them. She would not act the way she would towards her friends, with her mom, and in a sense said we should all aim to do the same.

Here is my counterargument for why it's totally OK, and why your mom should be your best friend.

(Snapchat courtesy of my cousin, from a photo album circa 1997)

First and foremost, I come from a weird family. My parents have a very strained relationship, and as do my father and I. From this, my mom and I have only grown more and more inseparable. I guess you could say she is my rock and my redeemer.

Somewhere along the many years of struggling with my father, we realized we were all the other truly had in this world, and that has never changed. She slept in my bed with me until I was 12 years old, and nine out of 10 times I'll pick to hang out with my mom over a friend.

She is so many things: hip, cool, modern, and fun. But, also: overprotective, annoying, ridiculous, and stubborn. She can't work anything technological for the life of her and she is a terrible singer and will only ever sing one song (Dreams - Fleetwood Mac), and it's hysterical. However, anytime I get a compliment on my clothes, it's because she bought them -- not me. Also, our house, and all its artwork, is designed by her and its awesome; the creativity she expresses in her artwork blows me away. Her independence, humor (oh god is she funny), sensitivity and strength also amaze me every day.

(Her attempt at a selfie)

We, by every definition of the word, both physically, emotionally and mentally are two peas in a pod. People even tell me our voices and mannerisms are the same. The list of things we have in common is too long and too complicated for words, so, for now, I'll stick to this:

1. Our love for each other

2. Our love for our dogs

3. Our love for gossip/reality TV

Of course, she has her faults, and there's plenty of things about her that make me want to scream, but she really is the best part of my life. She is my sun, my moon, my ocean, and everything beautiful about my life. Some may say I'm taking this too far, but really, we are low-key obsessed with each other. I can't help it, she's the bomb.com.

Unfortunately, my mom has made many mistakes in her own life -- mainly with her career. This is why, as my independence attempts to grow, I try to show her how much she deserves the time and space to try again for those dreams; she more than anyone deserves a second chance. Her artistic talent is mind blowing, as is her attention to detail, and passion for her art. Her eyes, her gorgeous blue eyes, light up whenever she does any sort of art, or helps me with my projects, and I want her to experience that more often, especially now that I am out of the house.

Speaking of which, as an only child and a girl, we are even more attached at the hip. So much so, that I told her during my senior year of high school that she needed to return to her art because I was afraid for her mental health upon me leaving for college. Thankfully, she started taking classes, and luckily for her, she only had to last six months before I came back to the nest. Now she sees me almost every other day, almost like old times.

My mom, or as I call her Mommy, Mooshi, or Mushy, is the best personal-shopper, meatball maker, joke cracker, and voice imitator around. She is also incredibly understanding, empathetic, and willing to make herself vulnerable to show me I am not alone in my struggles. The way she balances her "chiller" side, her maternal side, and her stricter side is the work of a pure genius. She also tries really hard to keep up with the trends, even though she has a full-time job, a kid, and two dogs -- that's pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

For reference, she's like Regina George's mom, but not as weird and oblivious, but makes the same efforts to stay relevant. Real talk, she's so cool, my friends are on a texting basis with her, and I'm pretty sure when they come over it's to spend time with "Mama Sharon," and not me.

As I've matured I've recognized that my relationship with my mom would not be what it is without my father. I know in my heart, that in any situation, our personalities would naturally click, and we would've always been a great mother-daughter pair. However, the situation we were in, have been in, and continue to be in, has lent itself to an even stronger, unbreakable bond. So for that, I guess I have my dad to thank, but this is an article about the most amazing woman to ever grace the Earth: my mom.

I love you Mommy