7 Signs Your Mom is Also Your Best Friend

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I couldn’t tell you exactly when it happened, but at some point in my twenties, my relationship with my mom changed.

Gone were my teenage days of wanting independence, shutting down communication, and rolling my eyes every time my mom gave me advice. My mom patiently endured those teenage years and was right there waiting for me as I entered adulthood, tackled college and first jobs, and then became a wife and mother.

Now that I’m in my thirties, I can honestly say my mom isn’t just my mom anymore – she’s one of my best friends too.

7 Signs Your Mom is Also Your Best Friend:

1. When you call or text your mom multiple times a day.

There is no one else who cares about the mundane details of my day except for my mom. I call and text her all throughout the day – even if we only talk for a couple of minutes. She asks if the baby slept through the night and wants to know if my toddler‘s rash has gotten any better.

We talk about my health insurance premiums and how I can’t find my sunglasses even though I just had them yesterday. As if she could help from 200 miles away, she’ll ask, “Did you look in your purse? Do you think one of the kids might have taken it back to their room?” And, she’ll stay on the phone with me as I look. If for some reason one of us has to hang up, she’ll text back for an update: “Did you ever find your sunglasses?”

Anyone else in the world would be bored to tears with our conversation, but my mom cares (or at least she cares enough about me to act interested).

2. When you have fun together.

When I was a kid and teenager, my mom would sometimes take me out for yogurt after school. Nowadays, it’s pedicures and short trips to Target, or sitting in my parents’ backyard watching the kids run around like crazy. It’s doing simple things together, but still having fun.

3. When you want her opinion on anything and everything.

When it comes to any major decision, I always want my mom’s input. I don’t always take her advice, but I never mind hearing her opinion.

Just this week our washing machine broke, and as I started looking at new ones I realized my husband didn’t give a care in the world what kind of washing machine we should buy. Oh, but Mom did. “Don’t get a front loader, or one of those H2 Low ones – they don’t use enough water, and it leaves residue.”

When I finally made this very important decision I texted Mom, letting her know that I’d “wheeled and dealed” and got 10 percent off the best-rated washing machine in Consumer Reports. Her response: Great! Like Mother, like daughter!!

4. When you start to dress alike/think alike.

I’ve noticed that I’ve started thinking and acting more like my mom than ever before. Perhaps, it’s because I’m a mom now myself. Regardless of the reason, there have been times when I’ve heard words come out of mouth and immediately thought, “I’m turning into my mom.”

If that’s not enough, we once went shopping together and both came out of the dressing room wearing the same shirt. It was a Freaky Friday moment, and I was confused. What did that mean about me? Or about the shirt? I chose to chalk it up to my Mom having my same good taste.

5. When you just get each other.

It makes sense that we’d know each other pretty well now – after doing life with each other for over 30 years, but it’s more than just the years. We know each other’s likes and dislikes and each other’s strengths and weaknesses. We just get each other.

To have a friend in your life who truly knows you and still loves you is a gift.

6. When you can speak honestly with one another.

Just like with other friends, my mom and I have a level of honesty with one another, and I don’t have to worry that telling her how I feel about something will hurt her feelings, and even if I did, I know she’d forgive me because, well, she’s my mom. And, that goes both ways

7. When you’re proud of each other.

Of course, it feels like my mom has always been proud of me, but now it goes both ways. I’m proud of the way she raised me, proud of the way she loves my dad and all of us kids. I’m proud of how hard she works and how she’s willing to drop what she’s doing if her kids or grandkids really need her. And, I’m simply proud to call her my friend.