What is Life?

Maternal TLC

Moms. We all have them, even if we don't know them or like them. I have a mother, and our relationship during my early teenage years was really rocky. We fought over the stupidest things and, at the time, I was in maybe eighth grade when all this started, maybe seventh.

So, during my eighth grade year, I had this science teacher. For the sake of privacy, we'll call her Mrs. B. So many times that year I found myself thinking: God, I wish Mrs. B was my mother...

Well, I mean, come on. She was perfect. Mrs. B was caring, sweet, funny, sarcastic, and really pretty. I loved her (non-sexual, just in need of some maternal care), and every day I would look forward to her class. Then, there was a field trip that year, and my friend, who we'll call Dani, was sitting across from me at the lunch table. I was sitting with Dani, a girl I'll call Katie, Mrs. B, and a student in my class's mom (as she was chaperoning). Dani asked Mrs. B if I was her favorite student, and to my surprise, Mrs. B replied something along the lines of, "Oh, she's fantastic! She's always quiet in class when she's supposed to be, and she's got a really deep personality, she's really funny." Now, this made my heart swell. I wanted her to love me like a mother loves a daughter, and she was my role model.

Every year in middle school, I would get attached to one female teacher, and I assume the reason why is because my own relationship with my mother was unstable during those years.

I liked Mrs. B a lot, I always hoped she'd just adopt me or something. Mrs. B's husband, Mr. B, also worked at the school, which I thought was funny. I'd always hope for them to just declare me their new kid. I know Mrs. B and Mr. B didn't have any kids since during my eighth grade year, Mrs. B was thirty eight and still hadn't had any kids, but they might've adopted or something.

I longed for a mother who I could be on the same page with, and tell my problems to. Mrs. B was that person, and my mother, well, wasn't.

I wish my mom could've been that person, but, it's too late for that. I could've opened up to her, I could've cared more, too and I regret that. But I'll never forget Mrs. B for all she's done. She rocks, and I hope she realizes how wonderful she is.

As for my mother, we're on good terms, now. I'm glad for that.

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A/N: Hey, I'm new here. As you could've guessed, this is like a place where I tell my struggles of the teen years and y'all can relate, somehow. I don't know. Okay, yeah. :)

- Judy Moody (no omg no lol ok but I am Judy [omg I'm such a kid {but when you try to put parentheses inside of parentheses inside of parentheses}])