my (little) best friend.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my daughter. I’m with both of my kids a lot, but with her, it’s more than just being in the same place.

I think she’s my best friend. Of course, she’s 10 so it’s not your typical best-friend relationship. And of course, since I’m her mom, she acts like I’m not there when her friends are around or she’s on her phone with them. You know, like I’m embarrassing or something. Typical kid stuff.

But when we hang out, and we do, it’s the best. She’s silly and funny. She loves to do stuff with Mom. And she is a genuinely nice kid. She would do anything for anyone. Makes me want to do anything for her. I mean, she’s my kid. I’d do anything for either of my kids. But it’s the little things she asks for… things we can do together… just us girls. “Can you take me out to buy new headphones?” “Want to watch YouTube with me?” “Can we go get coffee?” [Hold on… I’m not a horrible mom. She’s 10… I get the coffee… she gets chocolate milk… or strawberry milk… or coffee milk (yum).]

So we do those things. Go shopping… get coffee… watch ridiculous things on YouTube… watch Spider-Man: Homecoming twenty times because she thinks the boy is cute. (Maybe when she grows up, she’ll realize it’s really all about Thor.) We even clean together… she loves to organize things.

She’s even going through a phase where she likes to have Mom-time every night before she goes to bed. I think it’s a phase, anyway. I should enjoy it while it lasts because I’m guessing that when she hits her teenage years, she probably won’t want anything to do with me.

Tonight, she’s sleeping over at a friend’s house. Of course I said yes when she asked… but I’m going to miss Mom-time tonight.


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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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37 Responses to my (little) best friend.

  1. Cyranny says:

    Awwwwww *sigh*

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  2. So good! There will be conflict times, how can there not be, especially through the teens, but I hope the relationship continues to be a great one.

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  3. I’m just like that with my boys too. I love hanging out with them. They’re more fun than adults. At any function, you’ll find me with the kids. 😃

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  4. Lee Dunn says:

    Precious time of your life.

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  5. Oh, I miss those days when my kids were younger. You are an awesome mom and she sounds like a wonderful daughter. That won’t change in the end!

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  6. gigglingfattie says:

    Aww this is really sweet! I hope to have that one day! 🙂 Even though I kind of have a little bit of it already. I asked 2nd if she was ok taking a trip with me on Friday for some special one on one time for her birthday, and she could bring 1st with her. She said it depends on the day trip for their March Break Camp but then she said “ya know what, I don’t care what the trip is. I’d rather spend the day with you” and I almost got a little misty-eyed. It was so sweet.

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  7. Hunida says:

    That’s so sweet, Sandra ♡

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  8. Marquessa says:

    Aww, that so sweet that you have a close mini-me!😍

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