Re-post from Londonfuse.ca
Today is Mother’s Day! So I’m taking a moment to reflect on what a truly awesome person my mama-cita is.
My mother is legit my best friend. I remember when I was young and reading Backstreet Boy interviews they would ask “Who is your best friend?” And AJ McLean would always say his mom. And I was like for real, AJ? But Nick is so cute and Brian is so funny… why aren’t they your BFF’s? LAME-SAUCE, AJ!
Now that I’m older, I understand – he had an awesome mother, much like I do (Actually, after reading MANY BSB biographies I know AJ’s mom was indeed, for a fact, awesome).
My mother and I have a habit of sitting around drinking too much wine (we may be co-enabling each other’s alcoholism), discussing everything from annoying co-workers to the latest episode of Mad Men. And at times we are known to wear matching leopard print (we’re adorable).
I don’t know what I would do without this woman in my life. She helped me set up my new apartment and will still bring me medicine when I’m sick. (Ben, if you’re reading this – I’m so the favourite child – SUCKA!)
She lets me go to the family home for a home cooked meal and to do my laundry… She also has graciously accepted that I will never be a fully functioning adult.
And although she may not completely grasp the “arty” things my friends and I are doing in the community, she will be the first one to buy a ticket to a show and tell all of her friends about it.
Maybe she’s just pre-programmed to love me because I came from her womb. But it’s not just me, she has acted as a pseudo mother to many of my friends who have needed that figure in their lives. In high school she let some of my friends practically live at our house if they were going through a rough time. She would make them meals, ask them how their day was and cheer at their triumphs. It takes someone with a big heart to love all these degenerate rug rats I’ve befriended over the years. She keeps newspaper clippings of her kids who have made the news – and that’s not just my brother and I – some people like my 379-padres Katie and Savanah have made the “fridge of fame” as well.
I am always astounded by my mother’s strength – this woman is a rock and she is able to overcome anything thrown in her direction. While I inherited my father’s erratic Polish emotions, she is always in control and thinking ahead. She keeps me grounded.
And let me just take a moment to point out that I was a weirdo of a kid. Playing with Ouija boards and thinking I was part of a “The Craft” like tribe. But she still loved that fat kid with glasses and braces and let me be the little weirdo I was (am?). She may have silently prayed I would grow out the weird awkward-ness, yet she never tried to make me something I wasn’t. Sorry, ma – still a weirdo! But as I get older, I realize she’s a little weird too.. and that’s okay. .. and she thinks lattes are called “Loddies”… that’s slightly less okay, but I’m learning to deal with this flaw. However, she’s my mom and my best friend. Now let’s open up a jug of wine and cheer to our mothers. The women who taught us, loved us and helped us grow.