When I was a teenager, I definitely thought my mom was trying to ruin my life. Our most memorable rift was over a boy (duh) I just knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with. He was the literally the boy next door and represented everything the boys at my boring private school did not. He was older, had “street cred”, was adorably shy, and man was he handsome. At first, even my mom couldn’t get enough of the boy next door, but eventually his bad boy ways caught up to our fairytale romance. She banned me from any and all communication and told us both she had no problem burying us in the backyard because she’d kill us both before the relationship carried on. I vividly remember being “heartbroken” and calling myself being sneaky so that we could carry on this secret love affair. Eventually, he messed up even more and I realized that my mom had been right all along. He was indeed really handsome and had a sweet personality, but his life choices were not those of a man I should spend my life with. Mom-1, Roxy-0.
Now let’s skip to the end of senior year, I’m all excited because I’m months away from graduating from an elite St. Louis high school and heading off to The U that fall. Like most eager seniors, I was busy accepting Facebook friend request from other new UM students, hoping to get a start on a sense of social belonging. Two boys caught my attention and a summer of phone calls and texts quickly ensued. By the third week of classes at UM, I already had my first college boyfriend. My mom warned me that this was a TERRIBLE plan and that I should spend some time checking out all the options before selecting one. But what did she know, this down south country boy was everything the boy next door wasn’t, how could he possibly be a bad choice. Three years, many fights, broken promises, lots of tears, and a situation in which all his clothes got thrown away (another blog post for another day, lol) later, I realize my mom was right. My down south country boy was not a bad choice, but given the novelty of college, our conflicting personalities, and many instances of selfishness this relationship was doomed from the start. Perhaps we would have done well together toward the end of college, but barring no complaints that ship has sailed. Mom-2, Roxy-0.
My mom gives me a lot of advice outside of the love category and as I get older I find that she always hits the nail on the head. She has an uncanny way of recognize people and situations that aren’t going to suit me in the long run, but like a fool I always feel the need to find out for myself. But honestly, that’s what makes my mom so great. She never withholds her opinion, but allows me to learn lessons for myself, and when things don’t work out she’s right there with tissues, cuddles, a gun (jk) ready to kill whoever has hurt me, and never giving me an “I told you so speech”. She probably doesn’t know it, but I carry all of her advice with me every day and know that no matter how great my friends, she’ll always be the best one.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve gotten from your mom?