Moms

They do so very much for us (or they are supposed to). They are how we get into this world and where most of our nutrition comes from for quite sometime. As a woman (and yes i do consider myself a woman) i have looked to my mom for guidance and instruction on how to do most everything I know how to do apart from playing the drums, school work, and my way with animals. People say I look a lot like my dad but most would also agree i'm a lot like my mom, personality wise. I think that's why i don't argue as much when we disagree, because i can see where she's coming from. Either that or it's my ability to see both sides of every situation and that i also learned on my own (peer mediation). However, we do argue, i get that i'm her baby (the youngest) and that means that she hates that im growing up and wanting to do things like go to the Tennessee game and to Australia but if she doesn't let me go to the game how is she ever supposed to know if i can take care of myself in Australia, besides school? I'm grateful that she even let me go to Cincinnati, my first choice was Denver, Colorado but she said no way to that one, so i tried a lil' closer to home and Cincy holds enough rural-ality (which i realize isn't a word, neither is my next -ality word) to keep me from becoming home sick for the cornfields i've know for the past 9 year and suburban-ality to give me something new and exciting in my life. BUT the whole point of this blog is my Mother, mom, mama, lady!! she went to Georgia for a week to visit my brother, sister-in-law, and meet my niece, Baby B(Brookelyn) and im not saying im bawling my eyes or going crazy cuz i miss her (im really not) I'm just saying I'm 19 years old and this is the FIRST time i've ever spent an entire week at home with just my sisters and my dad. It's weird and it's not like i even really realize she's not here until about 6 when she should be home from work. If any of you knew much about me, you'd know if my mom was involved in something I was too and vise versa. In pre-k & kindergarten she was a teacher's aide w/ my pre-k class and then another class, when i started Kindergarten. Then when i was old enough to start Girl Scouts (1st grade) she got involved then too. Keep in mind I have 3 older siblings, 2 of which are sisters and were in scouts too, but she didn't really get involved 'til i joined. She helped out with ROTC/drill team when my brother & sister were in it but mainly cuz my dad was interested in helping out. then in 8th grade when i joined marching band she got involved again. It should be noted that my one sister is only a year older than i am (18 months) and she joined marching band her 8th grade year too, but again she didn't get involved 'til i joined. My mom and I are like two peas in a pod. We bake together, she listens to me, and i know if there were ever anything i needed to tell her i could (that goes for both my parents but its easier to tell her and have her tell him).Yes, we still fight, i mean i'm a teenager & i want to become more independent and she's my mom, she still see the 3 year-old who used to follow her everywhere, who needed her for everything. I know in time things will change but sometimes i wish i were that 3 year-old and other times i wish she'd realize i'll be 20 in exactly 8 months (some odd hours, today's my 1/3 birthday).