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Updated 8 years ago,May 16, 2017
I talk a lot about my mom.
Ill do it wherever!
We go to this fun theater that serves wine and full on meals.
So fun!).
Its just so easy.
Its so easy to gush when youve got a mom like I do.
Basically, shes the Lorelai everyone wanted.
Lorelai iskind ofterrible sometimes.
Dont get me wrong, I love GG from the bottom of my heart, but its true.
I grew up assuming everyone got along with their parents.
Sure, I went through the teenage-piece-of-shit phase.
I yelled and cried and made pubertysuperfun for everyone involved.
In fact, Im still very emotionally needy and exhausting!
The first six months of my life I cried nonstop from colic.
Or as I call it, a precursor of things to come.
I was best friends with both of my parents.
I thought that was the norm.
I told them about boys and my dreams.
During dinner, we discussed our emotions and books, whatever thing had caught our attention.
As a professor in and outside of the classroom, my dad talked about psychology and interesting studies.
Just a poem about light purple.
And still, they beamed and applauded.
They supported my dreams, no matter how lofty or unrealistic.
I always felt lucky to have them.
I always knew I had something special.
But in adulthood, Ive come to realizejusthow lucky I was.
After my dad passed when I was 16, my mom and I grew even closer.
It was just us, you know?
A very, very dark Lorelai and Rory.
But still, we found our moments of humor and light.
We found survival in one another and laughed at things we shouldnt have.
She always went above and beyond.
And she did so in ways she didnt have to.
She wasalreadya good mom.
She hit all the markers.
And still, she found ways to be more.
She was my best friend.
And funny, theres this misconception that if you are friends with your children, you arent parenting them.
Like any child/teenager/human might.
Not in any rebellious way.
Because I didntwantto sneak off or lie to her.
That felt like such a betrayal to, yes, my mother, but also to my BFF.
I didnt keep secrets.
Because thats just what you do.
You tell your best friend everything.
Sometimes I have panic attacks when I remember my mom is mortal.
I get morbid and remember, one day, Ill lose her.
And the very thought reduces me to a puddle of loud, obnoxious tears.
To love someone so much is an amazing thing.
Its a gift that Ive been given and I dont want it to ever go unnoticed.
The person who gave me life continues to give it to me.
And I dont know how to write that as beautifully as I should.
I dont know how to explain how wonderful this woman is.
I dont know if I ever will.
I love you, Mom.
Thank you for never giving up on me.
For fostering my creativity, for indulging in my humor, for listening to everything.
I dont know what I did to deserve you, but Ill never take it for granted.
