She has always been supportive of me, even when it comes to my enthusiasm for tattoos and tattooing itself. She paid for my first big tattoo when I turned eighteen and joked that the bonus to me being happy is making my father angry. I ended up getting the tattoo in the exact same spot as hers is. A few months ago, I decided to trace the smiley face she always draws and I tattooed it on my leg. When I showed her, she declared that I am crazy and that she loves it. Two months after that, she asked me to act as a witness at her upcoming wedding.
Me and my mother do not have the same personalities and where she is open and wants to talk about our emotions, I am closed off and almost emotionally unavailable. My friends once told me that my mum is always asking them how I am doing because I never tell her anything. After this revelation, I have been trying to do better and to open up to her more.
It is hard to say when specifically, but over the years, my mother kind of adopted my two best friends. Now, we are a friend group of four. We have a group chat together and they still continue to hang out even though I am in a completely different country now. Sometimes, I am almost jealous when I look at the photos they send me, but more than that, I am happy. I am grateful to have such an amazing mother who loves me as much as I love her.