Apologies and Mommies
Good afternoon, friends. I hope you're all having a good day; I definitely am so far. JMU cancelled classes today for upperclassmen assessments, so today's been one of those "running errands and reading a good book at Starbucks" kind of days. It's one of those days that reminds me how much I love hanging out with myself and being my own coffee date. It's the kind of day that makes me feel badly for complaining and whining two days ago on this blog. If you read my last post about being sick and having a group project to do, I'm sure it left a sour taste in your mouth. I'm sorry for sounding like a brat, I really am. To compensate for that unnecessary negativity, and with Valentine's Day on Friday, I thought I'd write a quick post every day leading up to it lamenting on something or someone I love. And of course, it would be wrong to kick it all off with anyone but my forever Valentine, cheerleader, and best friend: that's right folks, I'm talking about my mommy :)
First of all, isn't she just the prettiest, most put-together woman you've ever seen? Ever since elementary school, I've made a point to tell her how proud I am that she has a fashion sense and the wherewithal to look fab every day. I can't explain to you how nice it is to grow up with a mom has doesn't have to conceal an unsightly muffin top with an oversized Disneyland sweatshirt; any time she'd come to school for career day or met new friends, I never had to worry she'd embarrass me.
Speaking of career day, my mom is the most driven woman--nay, most driven person, male or female--I know. I swear to God, if she wasn't my mom she'd probably intimidate me with her business savvy and self-assuredness. She'll come home from work and tell me stories about how she's handled conflicts with co-workers in the most badass and classy way possible, leaving me in awe each time. When I was little, she always felt bad about sending me to afterschool daycare because she wanted to be home for me, but honestly I wouldn't change my upbringing for anything. Sure, girls with stay-at-home moms always had someone to make them a 3 PM snack, but I have a mom that has modeled hard work and embodies the Head Bitch in Charge (lovingly coined "HBIC") role so perfectly. Because of her, I can't imagine not having a demanding career when I'm older.
And while I'm gushing, let's just go ahead and talk about how well she's always balanced her hectic schedule. Along with being the most driven person I know, she's also the busiest, but I'm always made a priority. Being an only child helps exponentially, but I'm sure if I had siblings I'd still get my fair share of attention. When I'm at college, what I miss most is just running errands with her on Saturday afternoons. It might not seem like much, but going to lunch and then hitting up Target while talking about nothing and everything is some of my most cherished time. Don't tell my friends, but when I come home for even a weekend, I look forward to seeing her more than I look forward to seeing them. They're probably reading this, in which case I'm sorry y'all, but blood runs thickest. And if you know me in real life you know my mom too, so you can understand where I'm coming from.
I really don't want to get too gushy here, so I'll leave you with just one more reason why I love my momma more than anything: she has the best Momma Bear instinct I've ever seen. She protects me with such ferocity that even when I was at my lowest, coldest, darkest point in my life and I felt like everyone else had abandoned me, I at least knew I had one person in my corner. The few times I've been seriously hurt by old friends, she was the first person wiping my tears, the last person listening to my venting when everyone got sick and tired of me, and the only person willing to tell me "okay Lauren you gotta get over it" when it really was time to kick it into repair mode. There are a few other notable allies in my life that helped me over the hump that was the Great Depression of 2013, but none as loyal and as loving as my mom.
And sure, we've fought a fair amount of time, because no relationship is perfect, but in the grand scheme of things, we have a rock-solid rapport. I never went through an angsty "I hate you" stage with her, which I'm forever thankful for because it's no secret that my Dad and I don't exactly coexist in harmony. She's seriously the best friend I could ever ask for, and I'd continue to drone on and on about it but I'm sure I'm boring you with my gushing, not to mention the fact that I'm starting to get teary in Starbucks...which is embarrassing enough to make me want to sign off.
So anyway, I hope you're all having a great day, and I hope this post inspired you to tell someone you love them today. I wish a wonderful mother-child relationship on you all, but because I know that's unrealistic, I just wish for you all to have some bond in your life as strong as the one I just described, even if it's with your guinea pig. I'll see you tomorrow y'all!