Mama's Girl

My mom and stepfather, David just left after visiting us for eight days. I already miss them. It was a great visit. I won't be seeing them again until August and it seems too long.

My relationship with my mother is one of the reasons I craved having my own little girl. We are very close. Close enough that we are often at each other's throats, the woman knows how to push my buttons better than anyone else on this planet, and I know that I can throw a rather immature tantrum in her presence. But also close enough that she is a true friend. I love her company. We are two peas in a pod. We like shopping and drinking wine and gossiping. Best of all she likes listening to me. She wants to know every detail of my life. Who else but a mother would? She rarely talks about herself when we are together, instead she wants to hear about my kids, my friends, my job, my latest blog post, you get the idea. The woman actually accompanies me to watch me get my nails done. I am that interesting to her. I am not that interesting to anyone else in the world, not even my own husband.

But that is the way it is with parents. When they are around you get to be the kid, even when you are 35 and have two small children to care for. I remember when my grandfather passed away (in his nineties), my mother told me how much she missed that feeling, that feeling of being some one's child. I can imagine that.

I am a lucky woman, a grown mama of two who still who gets to be my mother's little girl.