Let me tell you about Rose.
Rose Mary(or my Mommy) is….
I don’t know when our relationship changed from mother-daughter to mother/friend-daughter/friend. Even as a child, she was always the one who I went to talk about my day, to tell my secrets. We of course, as with all mother-daughter relationships, had a very contentious relationship during my teen years, but that passed. And suddenly, we were friends.
My mom is my road dog, my ace boon coon, my confidant, my rock, my role model. She is the only person who I know will listen to me go on and on without judging, but then give me her honest opinion. Even when she disagrees. And lately, in my 30s that is, she will ask my advice too!
It is amazing to have a friend as honest, as true as my mom. She laughs with me, cries with me, scolds me still,and prays with and for me. She is the one of the first people I want to share good or bad news with.
It’s been amazing to me to come to the conclusion after so many years that she is my best friend.