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The First Best Friend

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We all have best friends, some of us have numerous people who we can confide in, and some of us can only confide in one or two people. Each of us are different in that aspect. Best friends, they are the person(s) who we can sit up all night with and talk for hours about everything. They are the ones who we can cry to and complain to, they are the ones who we can go to in hard times, and they are the ones who we can just be our strange selves with. I have a handful of people who I can call my best friends, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything. But I have thought about this a lot lately, even  though these amazing people are my best friends, there is one particular person who has been my best friend since the day I was born and will continue to be my best friend till the day she passes away. My mom. My mom was my very first best friend and still to this day is my best friend. She is the one that I can go to and talk to her about anything and everything under the sun. She is the one that I talk to more than anyone I know. I know that some of you that are reading this, are thinking that I have a too-close relationship with my mom. That may be true, however she was also the disciplinarian growing up. She disciplined my younger brother and I like it was no one’s business, we got the wooden spoon, we got the belt, we’ve been grounded, any type of discipline action she followed through. And that is okay with me, because of her discipline, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today. Even though she was the disciplinarian, she was ultimately my best friend. I would be able to just sit in the same room as her and we would be able to read our own books and just enjoy the silence. We would spend time in the kitchen and I would learn new recipes from her. There were times when I was feeling horrible, that she would let me lay my head on her lap and she would run her fingers through my curls until I fell asleep. She was and still is the one that I go to when I am having problems, and I can still talk to her on the phone even if I live 12+ hours away from her. She is the one that never stopped my creativity from flowing and to this day she still calls me hippie child, flower child, sis, and her little elf (I have a natural elf ear). I am a proud daughter. My mom has done a lot, not only for me, but also for my brother and my friends. She has always been a big part of my life and still is to this day.

I know some teenagers nowadays say that they “hate” their mom’s and dad’s, and they are only saying that just because they are hormonal and they have no clue how to understand that their parents are trying their hardest to provide a life for them. They are just way too wrapped up in themselves and trying to “fit in” with the crowd that they are involved in. But trust me when I tell you this, when you get to my age, you will wise up and realize that your parents are the best friends you will ever have. They will be right be side you and cheer you on and push you to follow your dreams and to be the person that they wish you to be. I know for a fact that I am one lucky woman to even be able to say that my mom is my best friend. Even if she gets on my nerves from time to time, she will always be my best friend.

 

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