I got to thinking, it might not be too bad to be like my mom. That and the fact that I AM my mom. From the way I dance to the way I laugh, I'm Beth. From my hair to my nose, I'm Beth.
One of my favorite memories of my mom is the summer before my senior year of high school. She took the time to drag me up and down the East Coast visiting possible colleges. When we started our road trip, I didn't really think it would be all that fun... it would be just like another shopping trip with my mom. But somewhere outside of Boston, my mom started to show her real side - not just the mom side. I remember laughing about something ridiculous while we were waiting for the tour at Brown to begin, thinking my mom was a pretty cool gal. Moments later, when I got stung by a bee on my foot, she went straight back into mom-mode. I love knowing the fact that she cares about me and loves me, but is still willing to be my friend. And drive six hours to a school I didn't really like cause the girl was wearing pearls...
Thanks, lady!
2 comments:
haha i know what type of moment youre talking about
sometimes those moments where im just opening up and telling mommy stuff i would normally never say scare me because im afraid that theyll come back up in normal mom/nina convo (bad bad bad) but i agree, i like our mom. im glad she kept me.
haha neen, you are right, that is the mother-daughter relationship in a nutshell! Also, Mariel if you get more presents than the rest of us at Christmas this year I will know why....
payers. almost like players, or prayers, but not.
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