As long as I can remember, my mother has been the person I looked up to. I used to think she was so scary as a child. There was this look she gave me and my sister that used to make us quake in our tiny boots. But now that I’m older, that discipline really moulded who I am today.
My mother and I have one of those rare relationships where I share everything with her, whether it’s about school, or boys, or shopping. Don’t get me wrong though - my mother will always first and foremost be my mother. But being able to talk to her, really talk to her about anything? It’s one of the best feelings ever, knowing that you have that.
She does have this tendency, though, to be a little harsh at times. When I asked her what she thought her weakest aspect was, she said it was that she can be too blunt at times. When I was little, I never used to understand why she would just say ‘no’ outright, and not hear what I had to say, but now, I understand, and I appreciate it.
She gets most annoyed with my father. It’s true. When I played a word association game with her, and said the words Stress and Work, she replied, ‘Daddy’ for both, referring my father. But she also responded the same to Fun, Love and Life. The fact that she referred all the words to my father is both funny and touching. It makes me want to have that kind of relationship for myself.
At the end of the day, if I were ever in a tough situation, she’s the first one I’d call, because I know she’s there and she’ll always be there for me. No matter what. And that’s why she’s my confidant, my friend, my mother, my mummy.