You Should Call Your Mother

You Should Call Your Mother

Sometimes home needs you just as much as you need home.

I’m a lucky person: I get to go home to both of my parents, I’m close with my siblings, I have an emotionally questionable/maybe psycho dog. One big, happy (most of the time) family. Believe me when I say that I understand that that is not frequently the case homes across the country today. It’s not that I haven’t realized that before; I’m just feeling particularly grateful for it now.

If you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it a million times: college will challenge you. Everyone goes through it. Your whole life changes—new environment, new people, new classes. New everything. Sometimes you just really need to call your mom. Or your dad. Or your siblings. Or facetime your (maybe) psycho dog.

I’ve done all of the above this year. If we’re being really honest, the better part of this semester has kicked my ass. I constantly overextend myself and my sleep schedule is so out of whack that even when I have time to sleep in, my body doesn’t let me.

I am aware of this; I continue to stay extremely involved anyway because I do not know how to function when I’m not busy (this is a topic for another day I suppose). I’m used to my hectic lifestyle and how it affects me. When I choose to stay up well past midnight to finish a paper because I didn’t have time in between rehearsals, I know how I’ll feel about it the next morning.

What I’ve been reflecting on lately, however, is that I’m not the only person that that choice affects.

My mom picked me up from campus the other day to go grab dinner (one of the many privileges I can exercise as someone who goes to college less than half an hour from their home). As I was catching her up on my life and hearing about the word on the street at home, it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t called her to talk—really talk, like more than a surface level “I’m good…not much…love you…” etc., etc.—in God only knows how long.

And I didn’t like that feeling.

I texted my dad the other day to ask for some internship advice. All I said to start the conversation was “Hey, do you have time to talk right now?” And his almost-immediate response was “anything for my daughter!”

I didn’t answer for another hour or so because I had to run off to another rehearsal.

We joke about it at home—about forgetting to call for weeks because we’re “just too busy for home” or not answering a text for hours because we just didn’t see it. I don’t know if I’m just particularly bad at communicating or if this situation is common for college students but realizing how prevalent it is in my life made me feel like an exceptionally bad daughter.

I know that my family supports me no matter what, that they want me to live my own life and grow into an independent, self-sufficient person. That’s what college is about, after all—fostering that independence.

While I’ve been busy learning how to be my own person, however, I seem to have forgotten that I’m not the only one experiencing change. My parents are too, and I was clueless enough to ignore that for the better part of 2 years.

Sometimes you just really need to call home for your own sake; but don’t forget that sometimes home needs you to call just as badly.

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Happiness is having the best aunt in the world.

I know I don't say it enough, so let me start off by saying thank you.

You'll never understand how incredibly blessed I am to have you in my life. You'll also never understand how special you are to me and how much I love you.

I can't thank you enough for countless days and nights at your house venting, and never being too busy when I need you. Thank you for the shopping days and always helping me find the best deals on the cutest clothes. For all the appointments I didn't want to go to by myself. Thank you for making two prom days and a graduation party days I could never forget. Thank you for being overprotective when it comes to the men in my life.

Most importantly, thank you for being my support system throughout the numerous highs and lows my life has brought me. Thank you for being honest even when it isn't what I want to hear. Thank you for always keeping my feet on the ground and keeping me sane when I feel like freaking out. Thank you for always supporting whatever dream I choose to chase that day. Thank you for being a second mom. Thank you for bringing me into your family and treating me like one of your own, for making me feel special because you do not have an obligation to spend time with me.

You've been my hero and role model from the time you came into my life. You don't know how to say no when family comes to you for help. You're understanding, kind, fun, full of life and you have the biggest heart. However, you're honest and strong and sometimes a little intimidating. No matter what will always have a special place in my heart.

There is no possible way to ever thank you for every thing you have done for me and will continue to do for me. Thank you for being you.

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Home For The Summer

Home sweet home.


Now that school is finally over, I packed up all my stuff and finally got to go home and be with my family again. More specifically, I got to see my dog.

Moving out was a hassle. I didn't realize how much crap I actually had. Sure, it started off not too bad when I moved in, but over the course of the year, more and more stuff came into my possession. By the time I was supposed to move out, it was like I had twice the amount of stuff from when I started. It took two days to officially move all of my belongings back home.

Since being home, I've noticed a couple of things.

First of all, my mom missed me a lot. Hi, Mom. :)

It's not like when I went to college, I completely disappeared from my mom's life or anything like that. We talked on the phone often, and she would visit me sometimes to take me and my sister out to dinner or something with our dad. Also, with the number of times I had gotten sick throughout the entire year, it was like every other week I came home.

The first day I came home, she made a run to the store and called me asking if there was anything I needed, and I said not to my knowledge. She came home with a crap ton of my favorite ice cream and snacks, just because.

Another thing she's been doing is cooking every night. My mom works during the week, so understandably when she gets home, she doesn't always feel like slaving away in front of the stove to make dinner. However, for whatever reason, my mom has made it her sole mission to make me gain 20 pounds by the time the fall semester comes around.

She knows I hated the food at school, so whenever she cooks dinner, she mentions that I love being home because I get to have real food. I mean, I'm not complaining. Who doesn't love a homecooked meal?

I can tell my dad is pretty happy about me being home with the new change in the menu.

Second of all, for the time being, I have A LOT of free time.

Now, this will change once I get my summer job, but as of right now, I have nothing to do. Both of my parents work during the week, and I didn't really keep in touch with the majority of my high school peers, so I have no one to hang out with. I mean, I could see some of my college buddies and sorority sisters, but everyone lives far as hell away.

This is kind of difficult for me. Not because I can't just spend time alone; I have no problem with that. However, I'm used to having a full schedule. Aside from just being used to it, I like it. I'm one of those people who likes to keep busy.

When I'm out and about or have a lot of things to do, I feel productive. Now, I just feel lazy because I literally have nothing to do. To try and counteract this, I've resorted to doing a personal project throughout the summer.

I just need something to occupy my time. Boredom sucks.

I'm glad to be home, though. Living at college is great, sure, and you have all this freedom to do whatever you want and you won't get in trouble or whatever, but I don't really care about all of that. Family is very important to me.

My mom, as crazy as she is, is my best friend, I tell her everything. Living away from that can really stink. Makes me wonder if that is why I kept getting sick so much. Like it was my body's way of forcing me to go home and be with my family.

This summer is going to be a much-needed break from school. I'm excited to see where things go.


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