Of moms, new and experienced

Because if I said “old”, there would be a lot of displeased mothers out there, including my own. 😉

Yesterday I had the pleasure of co-hosting a baby shower with my mom  for one of my oldest friends . The symmetry of having a baby shower the day before Mother’s Day wasn’t lost on us. We ate, drank, and laughed the afternoon away. There were no awkward games, just a group of us sitting together and sharing the excitement. I met most of my friends in middle or high school and part of me still has a hard time believing we’re old enough to have babies and it’s socially acceptable. A much larger part of me is thrilled to get to see the next generation. I was talking to Jo (the mother to be) last week and commented that I can’t wait until the kids are old enough for me to really mess with them. Then I added “If we still know each other in 14 years” and without missing a beat, she said “Of course we’ll still know each other in 14 years!”. Now that’s a vote of confidence I can stand behind. I have absolute faith in my friends that the next generation is going to be pretty kickass.

Naturally, this got me thinking about my relationship with my mom. Like most mothers and daughters, we had our fair share of disagreements. Though funnily enough, it happened well after the awkward teen years. As I’ve gotten older, our relationship has vastly improved. She’s one of the smartest people I know and I definitely get my love of animals from her. She’s not one to mince words, but if you’re upset, she’s always there to figure out what’s wrong. Having seen some less than happy mother/ daughter pairs, I’m glad that I get along with mine as well as I do.

Happy Mother’s Day.


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