GO BEST FRIEND, THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND
Yes, my mom is my best friend and I would scream it from the top of a cliff if I could. I probably wouldn't have said the same thing a few years ago. Not because our relationship was worse or different - but I was never much of an open person and I wasn't appreciative of much.
A good relationship with your mother is one of the most invaluable things to experience. And I can say that confidently despite the fact I have only experienced so much as a 21 year old (btw, my ID made it in the mail).
The oldest memory I can remember with my mom is Halloween of '98. I was three years old and my dear foreign mother dressed me as a popular cartoon, Chucky from The Rugrats. She didn't have time to do her research on the show let alone watch it with me (she worked very hard and I am super appreciative of it). At the time I was too young to fight it or even know what was going on but all I know is she drew whiskers on my face. Whiskers. Like.. for a cat. If I can find a picture next time I go home, I will make sure to update you all on the next post. I remember it was a nice night, partially because I was wearing diaper and everyone seemed to be okay with that. That was my first time sitting outside and giving trick-or-treaters in the neighborhood some candy. If y'all have never trick-or-treated at an embassy -- it's no different than a regular neighborhood, everyone still gives shitty candy.
Anyway, this was the first time I felt like I had special privileges. Like, wow I get to give 5 and 6 year olds candy. To this day my mother and I still crack up like idiots the same way we did on Halloween of '98. Her laugh is really contagious, I love hearing her laugh even if it's at one of my brother's stupid jokes. Though this is the oldest memory, it is one of many I will always cherish. Just like going to the movies on Fridays after school or having McDonald's Hotcakes every once in a blue moon.
This seems to be a theme, but it always takes an extenuating circumstance for me to realize the importance of a lot of things. I never realized how much I cherish having such a cool mom until I'd come to days where I had no one to talk to because I was having a petty argument. You know those moments where you open and reopen your fridge in hopes food appears? I had similar experiences when I had no one to talk to and I would walk past my mom's room in hopes she would ask me to do something or just go to her room.
As I began and continue to mature as a woman, I have found myself being more open with myself and others. One of the first people I found it easiest to open up with, was of course my beautiful mom, Clara. I took baby steps of course, but talking about my high school gossip ended up blossoming into talking about boys, Christ, and even social issues.
If no one gets me, including myself, that's okay because my mom gets me. I love her dearly and I hope that one day I can be half the woman she is.
Proverbs 31: 10-30 NIV
A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants. She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple. Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.