The cyclical nature of life is funny to me. When I was in my early teens, I considered my mom one of my closest friends. We talked a lot, we spent an inordinate amount of time together — she was one of the most important people in my life.
And then the stereotypical relationship shift hits a bit later in high school. More time is spent with friends and acquaintances, conversations are fewer in number and shorter in length — for some reason possibly only ascribed to the nuances of life, spending time with your mom becomes less ‘cool’ at 18.
At 28, however, my relationship with my mom is even stronger than it was when I was younger. Maybe it’s because we have more in common, or maybe as you age you gain more of an appreciation for your family once the excitement of pulling all-nighters and devoting all of your available time to your friends wears off. I look forward to the evenings wear I can hangout with mom — whether it’s working on a new recipe she found or kicking back with a Sweetwater 420 and watching baseball at the neighborhood bar.
The period in my life that I spent primarily in my social circle taught me how important family is, and I’m thankful for my mom each and every day.