11/22/13
Today is my real mom’s birthday. I feel weird not bring home to celebrate it. Last year it was just me, my mom, and my dad at home. We had come home from Thanksgiving dinner and I was tired. Grant had quickly fallen asleep in his bed and Gina was out at John’s house. It was just me and my parents who were home. My dad pulled the beautiful white and pink cake out of the box and places candles on the top. Sure it definitely wasn’t loud or crazy but it was nice hearing me and my dad sing together. I knew that day I wouldn’t be home for the next celebration. Even though it wasn’t the whole family singing, my mom seemed very happy.
Last year we celebrated her birthday together, but this year we celebrated it in different countries.
Over the past year when my mom was busy growing older, I had a never ending love-hate relationship with her. We fought a lot and rarely saw eye to eye but exchange has shown me to appreciate the life I have with the people around me. We will fight, cry, scream at each other but I love my mom. As years keep moving by and we all grow old…I am running out of time to be with the ones I love. If I don’t love what I have now, it will be too late when I finally realize how lucky I am.
Also on exchange my relationship with my mom has changed. She transformed from my strict mother into my best friend. I love my mom. I wish I could be home to celebrate her day with her. I hope she can feel my love from Poland.
Stephanie Raquel
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