After a streak of unhappiness, water started to roll down my cheeks and in no time I nose deep in a pile of pillows. Too many thoughts. Thoughts of things of which I cannot take back, or change the outcome of.
I finally calmed down, and as I lifted my face, my mom knocked on the door.
She was marinating tomorrows chicken breast in our kitchen, but suppose her maternal instincts told her something was wrong with her youngest.
I love my mom more than I can possibly explain to anyone. Life with her strong opinions and rash decisions is definitely not easy, but every moment spent with her never lacks excitement. She hugged me, and asked what was wrong... to which id normally reply, "nothing" and roll over in embarrassment, but for once I decided to bare all.
Insecurities, heart ache, worry, stress;we tackled every topic and with every reply she managed to turn my tears into laughter and build my self-confidence like no other. Four years of school, teen angst and verbal battles, and I still cant imagine leaving her in just a few months. I suppose the reality of the situation is that I am in many ways my mothers daughter. My spunk, humor, sass, smile, compassion, anger issues, ability to understand others,and cooking skills are all things i can thank her for, and I cherish each of these gifts. I look very much like my fathers sister but, my personality could only be described as a perfect reflection of hers.
It is because of this reason that I know my leaving for college will be hard for her.
The thought is hard for me.
and we are, after all, one in the same.
My best friend.
I love you mom.
I finally calmed down, and as I lifted my face, my mom knocked on the door.
She was marinating tomorrows chicken breast in our kitchen, but suppose her maternal instincts told her something was wrong with her youngest.
I love my mom more than I can possibly explain to anyone. Life with her strong opinions and rash decisions is definitely not easy, but every moment spent with her never lacks excitement. She hugged me, and asked what was wrong... to which id normally reply, "nothing" and roll over in embarrassment, but for once I decided to bare all.
Insecurities, heart ache, worry, stress;we tackled every topic and with every reply she managed to turn my tears into laughter and build my self-confidence like no other. Four years of school, teen angst and verbal battles, and I still cant imagine leaving her in just a few months. I suppose the reality of the situation is that I am in many ways my mothers daughter. My spunk, humor, sass, smile, compassion, anger issues, ability to understand others,and cooking skills are all things i can thank her for, and I cherish each of these gifts. I look very much like my fathers sister but, my personality could only be described as a perfect reflection of hers.
It is because of this reason that I know my leaving for college will be hard for her.
The thought is hard for me.
and we are, after all, one in the same.
My best friend.
I love you mom.