The Hardest Part About College Is Missing My Mom

New York
PO BOX 20966
United States
37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W

Spoiler alert: I really miss my mom. For nineteen years, my mom has been a constant in my life. She has always been there for me when I needed her, when I haven’t, and when I have or haven’t wanted her to be. My high-school-self looked at my mom and didn’t think twice about her presence. Back then, if I wasn’t psychically looking at her as we had a conversation, I wasn’t thinking about her. Now, all I do is think about my mom! “What would Mom say about this,” “I need to call and tell her about that,” or “Ok, I can never tell mom I did that,” are things I think about quite often, now. Honestly, I can one-hundred percent admit that I speak to my mom more now, living 1,200 miles apart, than I did living under her roof.

If I could tell my high-school-self one thing, it would be to go to Mom’s room, give her a hug, and tell her that she rocks. Before I moved to New York, I didn’t give much thought as to missing Mom, figuring I could FaceTime her eighty times a day if I wanted to. Well, I’ve quickly come to realize that FaceTime is the biggest tease of the 21st Century. Every time we speak, I want to reach into the screen and squeeze her until she yells at me to let her go.

Another thing I miss about my mom, ironically enough, is her bossing me around. Believe it or not, thinking for yourself and playing grown-up is really not that fun…at all. I’ve spent the last ten years of my life fantasizing about the day that I would move out and blossom into the sophisticated, young lady that I convince myself I am. Funnily enough, my current fantasies are all about being back home with my safety net labeled “Mom.”

I have one request for everyone reading…call your mom and tell her you love her.

P.S. - Hi Mom!