A few weeks ago, I was sitting in a study lounge area, trying to cram for a test before class and eavesdropping on a conversation between friends. Some things they were talking about caught my eyes.
“My mom told me last week that she’s disappointed with me. I have no idea why!”
“I told my mom I wanted an iPod Touch for my birthday. Then she told me she’s getting me something better than an iPod Touch but what’s better than an iPod Touch? My car, my phone, and my laptop are all new so it can’t be either of them.”
And when we realized that I wouldn’t get any aid, she took a deep breath and told me I would still go to school and get a journalism degree. We would work it out. There is nobody in my life who supports or believes in me as much as my mom does.
But we struggled a lot. I learned at a young age the value of money. I worried at a young age, whether or not we would be evicted from our next apartment. I worried if we would have dinner that night or presents under the Christmas tree. I almost never asked my parents if I could join Girl’s Scouts or baton twirling or cheerleading. Those things cost money. (Although, to be honest, I did do cheerleading once in 4th grade and again in 10th grade. Thanks, Mom!)
My mom is my best friend. And when I say that, I truly mean it. We do everything together. I have the best times with her and we have so many inside jokes. We have the same morals, values, and sense of humor. We like the same TV shows. We even dress alike. And maybe she won’t be buying me a brand-new car for my birthday but I would take spending the day with her, creating more memories and laughter, over a thing.