One of the things I am grateful for is the relationship I have with my mother. I don’t think I could ask for anything different as far as this relationship goes. It’s probably why I never felt the need to have a friend my age. You know the kind of friend I’m talking about: the one you share all your secrets with, a person that ‘gets’ you, a person you call 8 times a day to talk about absolute nonsense. I never really needed that. I had my Mom and we talked about everything.
I had friends of course, best friends, whom I love deeply but somehow I feel that the real deal was the friendship with my mother.
My Mom has always been my best friend. A friend I love and respect enormously. And how can you not have these feelings for the person who willingly throws away all considerations for a good figure and carries you in their womb for 9 months. Throughout all my growing up process my Mom has always been my confidant, my go-to person. I still feel this way now when I could have kids of my own.
She is a person I can laugh with about the silly, funny things that happened to either of us. And when I say laugh, I mean sometimes hysterical fits of stomach-grabbing, jaw-hurting cackling. You cannot imagine how my face hurts after being contorted in a laugh position for 3 straight minutes while on the phone with my mother.
My Mom excels in every little aspect where motherhood skills are needed. Her mama bear instincts are a bit over the top and she will sometimes stress out over the most insignificant things. Like the one time when she went berserk because I was not online and she couldn’t reach me. Or every time I have to leave the country [you know, because I am being chased by the Interpol] and she cries her eyes out when she sees me going through security at the airport.
I know that I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it weren’t for my mother. Everything I achieved so far: my studies, my knowledge, my view on life, I owe to her. When I was in 6th grade she wouldn’t let me join the school band and told me to go to Math practice instead. I was mad then because all the girls were in the band while I was stuck with the geeks. Well guess what? None of those girls became mezzo-sopranos whereas Math brought me to the University in Lyon which brought me to meet D, so thanks Mom. [I’m not sure she saw things that far, but still].
I know that I resemble her in so many ways but I can only hope that when I do have kids of my own I will be able to show the same strength and extraordinary parenting skills she showed while raising my darling sister and me.
I am grateful to her for instilling her unquivering faith in us, for always giving us the best advice, for always making us feel safe and for always, always putting our well-being before hers.
It’s my mother’s birthday on the 14th (go figure!) and I wish she could just leave everything behind and be here with me. I know I should grow up already but I miss her a lot!