Who You Gonna Call?

No, I don’t call the Ghost Busters. When I have an hour to kill, I call my mother.

My mother and I live 7 hours from each other and she doesn’t text, Tweet, Facebook or Skype, so the phone is our main source of communication.

(P.S. She just got a camera phone last month. She loves it.)

And when we do talk, our conversations are rarely under an hour. It’s funny that we can say goodbye 3 or 4 times before we actually hang up the phone. One of us will say we have to get off the phone and the other continues to talk.

While our conversations aren’t usually earth-shattering, there is comfort in consistency. And there are some things that never change. We always:

1. Talk about the weather
2. Talk about the family and our dog
3. Mom catches me up on all the town gossip
   (I swear she makes a list, so she can remember to tell me everything.)

But I’ve gotta say, there’s nothing better than hour-long conversations with mom where we hardly say a thing but say so much all at the same time. That’s the beauty of being best friends with your mom. You can have a whole conversation without saying much at all.

And let’s face it. No matter how old a woman gets, she still needs her mom.

Post inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.