My mother, best friend, My everything.

Well this is Brooklyn:) My mom's second and middle child. She doesn't exactly know i'm on here, she left it up while taking Brenn to practice and i started to browse all of her posts. I was looking on 'Seven Things' and 'The invisible Mother' when i got a sudden rush of mixed feelings. I felt joy because all these things are true about my mom. All she will eat on road trips are Vanilla Wafers, taking few at a time saying shes done but always going back for more. The way her feet are always cold, like mine, and sleeps the same way with her feet tucked under the blanket, like me. Then a sudden rush of sadness, like the little things i dont do that would make her day. I look on the floor and see my bag sprawled out in the middle of the living room, Waiting for her to walk in any minute asking my nicely to pick up my socks, makeup bag and cross country shoes. And ill say "i will later mom i promise." Thats how it always goes, like a routine. And i just realized the littlest things i could do to show that i appreciate her, Like keeping my room clean, or keeping my cloths folded nicely. But i don't, Always "forgetting" or having more important things to do like texting or talking to my girlfriends on the phone. But the most important thing to me is family. My mom is always there for me. When im having boy troubles, or just having a horrible day. When my "best friends", of the week, and i get into a fight, my moms there. Sitting contently, listening to every detail trying to analyze everything and put it into her own perspective so that when i sob "what do i do mom?!", shell know exactly what to say. And she always does. Compared to every other family you see these days, Broken and torn, i am lucky to have a family to care for me. My mom knows everything about me, she tells me when im getting sick when i feel fine and wake up the next morning with a huge migraine or tummy ache. She knows exactly what im thinking always finishing my sentences. She knows when im telling a fib or saying something i dont mean. All i hear these days are girls at school, with their i-phone, complaining and whining about what a bad mom they have and "hating them" for not letting them go to the coolest party of the year, or not getting them what they want, when they dont realize how lucky they are to live in a community like the woodlands. Im glad that my mom and me have a better relationship than just fighting. I mean sure she is embarrassing at times, pulling up at school with Brittany spears blasting from the radio, and signing Mr. Roboto around the house, Calling me caca. Those are just more reasons to love her though. I hope we stay close for all the years to go by. I love her more than anything, and would do anything for her. Her birthday is coming up on march 9th and i just wanted to say, the older she gets, on the inside "not outside;)", the more and more i grow to love her. And this is to another year of having the best mom anyone would ever ask for. I love you.