My Mom...My Best Friend

"Sweater, noun: Garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly" 
- Ambrose Bierce

Me and my best friend.

I know I have written about how awesome my folks are.

But I really can't express it enough.

And today being Mother's Day, I am stopping to write a post about my favourite woman on the planet.

She is truly my best friend. I'm not sure how many daughters can say that.

She is the first person I call when something good happens and the first person I call when I'm in distress.

She helps me. Like, I mean, she really helps me. With my kids, with housework, with helping me figure out life's smallest and biggest decisions - she is always there.

She is one of my favourite people to be with.

And oh shit, can we laugh!

Like…"we are out in public and we are losing our shit laughing and everyone is looking at us and we are lookin' like fools and we don't really care because we are laughing so hard" laughing.

And at the stupidest shit!

When my mom and I go out together - to a restaurant or the theatre or what have you - we are probably sitting there laughing our asses off about something. Or someone. Not in a mean way. We are just both very practiced people watchers and the littlest thing can set us off.

One of us will make a small joke about something we hear or see and then all hell breaks loose. We just don't stop. One little joke may turn into an hour-long belly-laugh session.

So. Much. Fun.

Rooting for one of my boys at a hockey game.

Or we can be doing something at home - we had one hilarious incident trying to Macgyver my son's crib back together when I moved because we didn't have instructions or even all the right screws and shit and OMG - she was in some contorted position trying to screwdriver something together and she was asking me (whom she could not see) to move back a bit more with the wire mattress foundation. And I was, like, "Mom…look at me!".

And I was pinned against the wall with this metal foundation smooshed up against my face and I could not possibly move any further. I literally had metal imprints on my face I was pinned so hard. She awkwardly had to shift her position to look and we started laughing so hard but at the same time we were trying to hold this frickin' crib together and my face was hurting but I was laughing.

The harder my mom laughed,  the harder I laughed and the more my face hurt. If we had been able to take a photo at that time we would have because it was a classic "me and my mom" moment - but we had no free hands. I hardly had a face at that point. If I had a photo to post here I would because I was looking awesome.

I share this story - which certainly falls under the "ya had to be there" category - because I know it will make my mom smile. As silly as that moment was - and as big of transition I was going through (I had just moved into my own house after my separation) - she was there with me and making me howl.

In my darkest days she can still lift me up.

Another thing I love about my mom is that she loves what she calls my "sparkle". Some people call it goofiness, kookiness, quirkiness…but she calls it my sparkle. It is my true, authentic, happy side of my personality.

I am gregarious at times, I am not afraid to act like a goof-ball and I love to make people laugh. And I love to make her laugh.

And I do. And she does the same.

Now as we all know, I struggle from time to time and my sparkle gets a little dull.

Kinda like right now.

But she knows it is still there and if anyone can pull it out of me, even during the hard times, it is her.

I could be crying on the phone with her one minute and she will have me laughing about something the next.

She just gets me.

I know so many people who have lost their moms. I've gotten to that age where this is happening to some of my friends.

I try not to think of a world without my mom in it - but the circle of life and all that - well…it happens.

Luckily my mom - at 70 years young -  has more energy than I do. She looks many years younger than her age and is like the frickin' Energizer Bunny. I honestly don't know how she does all of the things that she does.

Halloween 2015.
Yes we still dress up.

I honestly don't know how I got so lucky.

I honestly can't find the words to express how much I love her.

But knowing my mom and I…we will make up some words - because we rather enjoy doing that... and I'll get back to y'all about what we come up with.

Or not. Because somehow, something will be inappropriate in the best kind of way.

Our way.

And only we will find it funny anyways.

In the meantime - Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. You're doing a great job!

But sorry.

My mom is the BEST!!!

Smiles,

Lora