My Momma..

Okay since yesterday was mother's day, and we were running around like crazy until the late hours of the night, I didnt get a chance to post this like I wanted. My mom and I have always had one very prominent characteristic we shared together, we are always late for EVERYTHING. So that just only makes this right by posting it the day after Mother's Day.


If you would have asked me 6 or 7 years ago who I thought I would be best friends with when I was 23, I probably would have said my BFF Emily or Jenny or Dusty. Even if I thought deep down in my heart, I would have never said my momma. We were total opposites and we couldn't hardly stand to be in the room with one another. We bickered constantly. Looking back now, I am shocked that my dad maintained a full head of dark brown hair and it didnt immediately go gray after I graduated from high school. Of course, me being the know it all teen I was, I hardly ever apologized for my actions, because at the ripe age of 17 I KNEW I was right and she was wrong.

Ah... the wonderful teen years..

Too make a long story very short, it wasnt until I moved off to college that we started having somewhat of a cordial relationship. I would occasionally come home on the weekends and almost everytime we would scuffle about something or another. It wasnt that I was a rebellious teen or a hell'in, we just had different views of the way things worked. We still have this to a point today, but I would say that both of our views have broadened greatly, and we have a much greater appreciation for that.

When I moved back home my last semester of college, I was absolutely terrified that our relationship would suffer from us being under the same roof again. Although we had our disagreements here and there, it wasn't nearly as bad as the terrible high school years. Thank goodness I got my dad's knack for keeping a cool head because if not, it may have gotten really bad at times.

So you may be wondering why I am still writing all of this, bec it seems as if we just dont get along at all. Well, accually it is quite the opposite. I can say that with the exception of Dusty, my mom is truly my best friend. I know she leads a busy, hectic schedule with getting my brother ready for college, finding a school for my sister for the fall, and constantly standing by my dad and supporting him as he goes through his life everyday dealing with lupus. Not to mention working a full time job! And the thing that gets me the most, is that she still makes time for me.

She is always available for chit chat when I call, and if I am ever in a bind I know I can count on her to come through for me. She may not completely understand my opinion on things, but she respects them just as I respect hers. I can't wait for her to be the grandmother of my unborn child, and I know that she will do a wonderful job of spoiling him and teaching him all the things that Dusty and I can't.

She still keeps her quirky-ness and is always there when I need a good laugh. Anytime I walk into their house, no matter what she's doing, she always stops to come hug me and give me a kiss, and ask me how my day was.. even if she is covered to her elbows in flour. She has unconditional love for me, even when I don't deserve it. She truly is a awesome woman, and I couldn't be prouder to call her my momma and my friend. I know she doesn't read this, but I love you momma! You're the best!!