This Mother’s Day will be a little different for me because my mother and I will be apart for it. This is my second year spent separated after my parents moved to West Virginia last year, and I am still not used to it. While I was in high school, my mother and I grew to be like best friends, and we are to do this day much closer than most young adults are with their parents. I think it is because she has been there with me through so much when it felt like there was nobody else.
Although many kids are glad to get away from their parents when it comes time to go to college, I was not one of them. In fact, I lived at home for my first 2 1/2 years and much preferred being close to them. However, when fate intervened, and my parents had to move, I did not even know what to do with myself. I battled back and forth with moving out to stay at school here or going with them and having to transfer.
After endless back and forth decision-making, I wound up choosing to be on my own for the first time while my parents moved 10 hours away to West Virginia. We’ve adjusted, but I still feel like I’ll never quite be used to not having my mother right here with me.
I have a food blog, The Smart Cookie Cook, and she was always my biggest helper and supporter when it came to that. Now that she is in another state, she cannot be my camera woman or grocery shopper anymore, but she is still as supportive as ever, and it means so much to me.
I still call her every day because I miss having her around for all those little moments of the day. It is a little thing that makes me feel just a bit closer to her. When something funny happens, I want her to be there to laugh with me. When I watch “The Voice,” I want her to be there to comment on the performances. When I order pizza, I want her there to gorge with me.
I am rarely an emotional human being, but I can get very suddenly choked up if I think about how much I miss her, and my father for that matter, for too long.
It stinks that, because of when finals fall, I cannot go down there to celebrate Mother’s Day with her, but I’ll be thinking about her all day. She is the one person I can always count on, and no matter how much we fight, we bounce back like nothing ever happened.
She’s been there for me through everything from birth to high school graduation to all my food blogging endeavors to holding my hand through my third tattoo after she got out of being there for the one I had done on my leg for her. She is consistently giving and giving for both my older sister and I. I think all parents have to be a bit selfless, but my mom goes above and beyond.
My mama rocks. This is a thank you to her for putting up with me and sending me along on the journey to where I am today.