Why I Need My Mommy

I read an article this morning on why your mother is the best person in your life. It listed gestures and actions that your mother does unintentionally; however, they are what make her your “mother.”

30 Signs Your Mother is the Best Person in Your Life

My mom and I have the best relationship. We have never gone through the mother/daughter hating each other stage, we never fight…we are truly best friends. We are so much alike that is scary sometimes. Not long ago, I met my mom for an appointment. When we met at the office and got out of the car, we both started hysterically laughing. We were dressed almost the exact same way! Brown shirts, camel sweaters on top, jeans, and brown boots. The receptionist even noticed and said how “cute” it was that we like to match…not on purpose, lady!


This is one reason I can relate to this list so much. I have picked a couple of signs in the article that I can connect with the most.

She’s the first one you call with good news.
She’s the first one you call with bad news.

These are so true…9 out of 10 times, I call my mom even before I call my husband. My mom was the first person I told when I was pregnant for my first. Even when my husband tells me something that I’m not supposed to tell anyone, he automatically says, “I know you will tell your mom, but don’t tell anyone else.”

She’s the only person you can actually shop with.
Since I had kids, we don’t have shopping dates like we used to have, but my mom and I are always on the same page when we go out to shop. We can either spend the entire day in the stores, or just run in and out of stores to get back home quick for afternoon coffee.

She will always make the trip to visit you, no matter how far away you are.
Another truth. When I was 2 hours away at college, my mom would still come visit me and have sleepoevers.

She won’t judge you when you wear the same outfit three days in a row.
This one is false. If my mom saw me in the same outfit three days in a row, she would tell me to put a batch of clothes in the washer.

She knows what kind of foods you like (and don’t like).

She will never stay mad at you or hold a grudge.

She will buy you something spontaneously just because she knows you’ll like it.
When my mom goes shopping by herself, she always comes back with a surprise – whether it be for me or the girls. She is always thinking about someone else.

She’s the only person you can count on to text you every day.
SO true. If it’s 8:00am and I haven’t texted or gotten a text from my mom, something is up. We text or call each other all day. Seth always ask me how we still have stuff to talk about!

She will drop everything to be at your beck and call when you’re sick, whether it’s a common cold or the flu.
Lately, it’s been my kids who are sick, but regardless, my mom is always there when I need a sitter or just items at the store.

She’ll support your interests and encourage you to stay true to your passions.
Another truth. When I was in college, I initially wanted my degree in Performing Arts. Instead of saying “What will you do with that?” , “Don’t you want to try something else?” , my mom (and dad) never asked questions, they just supported me and came to all my performances.

She’s the one who knows when something is wrong, no matter how many times you tell her, “Nothing!”

She’s the only person who knows your annoying habits and still loves you for them.
She is the only person who tells me when I’m biting the inside of my cheeks – weird.

She never fails to tell you she loves you at least once a day.

She will go above and beyond, through the toughest of conditions, just to make sure you’re happy.
I don’t know what I would do without my mommy, and I just hope I can be one ounce of a good mommy to my girls as she has been and is to me!

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