There’s a unique kind of relationship that doesn’t get talked about enough: the one you have with your best friend’s mom.
The Quiet Wisdom of My Friend’s Mom
We talked about the weather, then about her new gardening hobby, then about how hard it is to watch your parents get older. She poured me a glass of iced tea and told me about the summer she spent in Oregon when she was twenty-two, before she had kids, before she had a mortgage, before life got "loud." friends mom
Mark finally showed up an hour late. We hugged, I grabbed a leftover brownie, and I left. There’s a unique kind of relationship that doesn’t
There is something validating about being liked by the matriarch of the group. She has seen you cry over a breakup, celebrate a promotion, and eat an entire tray of nachos. She knows you. And when she tells you she’s proud of you, it feels like a bonus parent stamp of approval. We hugged, I grabbed a leftover brownie, and I left