My Mother

I have a special relationship with my mother and didn't realize that many girls don't have the same relationship that we do until recently. I know my parents think that Sara and I are gifts from God - precious miracles, but I think I feel just as blessed to have them as my parents.

My day started out with my mom coming in and sitting on my bed for some girl talk. Most people would be annoyed to wake up with their mother sitting on their beds, but I find there is something so beautiful about it. My mother is very involved in my life and knows just about everything that goes on. We talk all the time, even when I'm away at school. When she sat down to talk, all I could say to myself was, "Yes, this is what a relationship between a mother and a daughter should be like."

My mother is great. We've always been close but after I left for college we became closer. When I lived in the house, she had to be the parent but now she has become my best friend. I'm living with my parents this summer and while I still must call to check in and let them know what I am doing, what time I am going to be home, I still have a lot of freedom. Two nights ago I walked in at 2:30 in the morning. I figured she would be asleep. (I forgot that she usually gets up between 2-3:30 to go to the bathroom every night.) When I walked in, she was sitting at the computer with a 2 litre bottle of coke, drinking directly from the bottle. (No, not all of it - there was only a little bit left but it makes for a great image, doesn't it?)

Instead of being upset that I was home an hour later than I said I would be, she looked at me, took a drink of coke, and laughed with me when I laughed at her for drinking from the bottle. Then she wanted to talk about my evening and all I had done. I have no problem talking with my mother and telling her things about my life. We are very open with each other and I value that. It wasn't until just recently that I figured out that I really don't have to tell her anything. She can read me like book - ahh, horrible cliche, did I just use that? Seriously - she knows me more than I thought. And you know, I'm happy about that. It's great that she can ask me a question and all I have to do is smile and she knows exactly what I am thinking...ahh, conversations without words are great. I love my mother...

On a different note but keeping with the family thing...my grandfather is 82 and writes emails to people. Is he not the coolest or what?