Being here alone has gotten me to reflect a lot on my relationship with my mom. It's changed so much over the years and I hope I can keep it the way it is so far. I don't know how we survived my angsty teenage years and I'm expecting some head butting when I move home, but ever since I moved away, things have gotten a lot better. This four year break of not being home everyday and coming back for about a month and two weeks at a time was probably breaking my mom's heart a little bit. She and I would spend the whole night packing and re-packing my luggage before I head back to school. My chest always felt heavy knowing that I had to cut my visit short and return to the mundane life I led back at school with classes and/or work. It was hard at first, adjusting to all of this, but it's helped me a lot to grow closer with my mom and being able to get to know her better without expecting the worst out of a conversation.
She's taught me how to stand up for myself and do things on my own. Even if I'm 99% sure I'm not going to be able to do something, she always reassures me there's that 1% that can overcome that. She's always been on the other line when I ranted about roommate problems, or cried because I was homesick. She always called to check up on me and occasionally I would get gigantic care packages from her because she thought I never had time to drop by the store to get groceries. It's 396 miles that these boxes would travel to my place, chock-full of Vietnamese foods that she's cooked over the past few days, frozen in the package, but conveniently thawed by the time it arrives at my doorstep.
She's done so much for me and I'm so grateful for having her as a mother. I love her so much and I can't wait to see her when she comes down for my graduation.
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