My addition to The Daily Post today is centered around the word buddy. Hmmm…
As a child a buddy was someone I could play with, as a teenager it was someone to conspire with, as an adult it was someone I could lament to. The term or definition of buddy is on a constant rotation for me. Let me explain.
As a child my buddy was a girl named Amber, she was two years younger than me, but as my neighborhood was predominately male we were pretty much it. We got along so well, I truly enjoyed being her friend and she seemed so much more mature for her age, especially for being a pre-teen. Probably because she had three older brothers. We grew apart as she entered high school and we went our separate ways, were are still friends via Facebook, but what does that even mean anymore? I certainly don’t call her when I need to talk, but I will always remember her as my first best friend.
As a teenager, my best friend had the same name as I , we had our rough patches, especially freshman year. We had a blowout and let a guy get between us, jerk! However, we remained friends and are still friends to this day. Probably the only friend I came out of high school with and kept ties to. We call each other every couple of months and see each other 1-2 times a year. Tragic, I know! She has two teenagers, while I have two jobs. I still have her Christmas present form 2015, yet to get to her! But she will always remain my best friend!
My adult best friend, my mom, cliche I know. But, she listens, and only judges sometimes. But mostly, she is the one I can turn to when I need to just vent my frustrations. Or when I need advice of being a strong, independent woman who still just’s wants her mommy to hold her. She is also the woman I admire and respect. She is the woman I aspire to be, I love everything about my mom, faults and all. If I could turn out half of what she is as a person I would be an amazing person. I don’t know where I would be without her.Shes my rock!