I know there will be a day when my calls will go unanswered, but until then, I'm going to treat her like the queen she is.
When I was a child, I was always trying to get away from my mother, mostly because I thought she was always annoying and clingy. I felt like I never had any freedom. Among my friends, I had the strictest rules and I always huffed and puffed about it, because I just wanted to be able to go out with my friends and have a life, like the rest of my friends. But mom didn't budge, and this resulted in a lot of arguments among us. I just wanted to turn 18 and get away from her controlling claws. Mom always said that what she did was her duty and that I'd understand what she meant when I became a mother.
Back then, I tried my best to have the least interaction with her. I kept counting the days till I got away to live my life in my own terms. With time, we grew distant, and at that point, I couldn't care less about how she felt. Soon enough, I got into a good college far away from home and moved into a dorm. The first few months there was the best. There was no one to control me, no one to tell me what to do and what not to do. It was more than I asked for. Surprisingly, with time, I started to miss her nagging. Once the excitement wore off, I was beginning to feel lonely!
At home, even though she was in another room, I knew she was there. But here, I had no one who cared about me as much as mom did; they were all busy with their life and their stuff. That's when it hit me. No one was going to love and care for me like my own mother. For the first time in six months since I left home, I called her. And for the first time in God knows how long, I told her that I love and miss her. There were tears on both ends of the phone and even though we didn't say it out loud, we knew that the bond had just gotten tighter for the first time ever.
Since then, we made it a point to keep in touch regularly and I could hear mom's voice getting happier. In turn, it made me happier, too. I couldn't believe this was the same woman I despised growing up. Every chance I got, I went home to spend time with her. We did everything together, and it was like we were making up for all the days we lost when I was a child. Eventually, I began to miss her even before leaving. But I had to, and life went on. Years later, I found the love of my life and the first person to know it was my mom. She was happier than I was.
She became my best friend, my cheerleader, and the love of my life. Sometimes I wonder how I hated her and how she put up with all of my mood swings. I got married, I had a child, and that's when I realized just how much mom sacrificed for me. I feel guilty till date to have behaved that way, but I know that's all in the past. Even though I'm all grown up, I just can't do without my mother and I still call her several times a day. I know there will be a day when my calls will go unanswered, but until then, I'm going to treat her like the queen she is. I love her and no matter how old I get, I will never be able to live without her.