Mothers And Daughters | A Bond In Friendship


Mothers And Daughters | A Bond In Friendship

The bond and relationship between a mother and daughter is different than that between the same mother and her son. It doesn’t mean the mother loves the daughter more; I think it is more about feminism and best friend-ism. And a bond that grows deeper with time.

Daughters and mothers usually have more in common and have common problems.

Sometimes they can be too much alike, and there can be friction. Mothers and daughters often have fragile, complicated relationships. The level of complication can go up and down like a roller coaster. And like a roller coaster, the relationship can be scary, but fun. Definitely worth the ride.

My Mom and I

I was always a Daddy’s girl. But, who did I go to when I had a problem, a hurt, or a question? My mom.

My mom and I fought a lot when I was a teenager. I look at it now and realize I was selfish. And, that is most likely why we fought.

I am sorry, Mom.

Mothers and daughters-a bond in friendship

When I moved out during college, I started calling her more and having lunch with her. Our relationship changed. I realized I missed her and I needed her in my life. Before, my mom was there all the time. In fact, I felt like it was too much. (back to that selfishness!) I took advantage of her and didn’t appreciate her. (Remember this when your daughter does not appreciate you!)

When my mother and I planned my wedding, we grew even closer. We spent a lot of time together shopping and time on the phone planning the wedding. And, I appreciated everything she did for our future wedding.

Our relationship, my appreciation, and my love for her, never grew more than when I was pregnant. And yet again, even more so, after giving birth to my first daughter, and again each time I was pregnant and when my other two children were born.

My mother has always been able to hear the pain in my voice. She knows when something is wrong just by my how I answer the phone. She senses when I am not me.

“A daughter is just a little girl who grows up to be your best friend.” -unknown

My girls and I

I have two beautiful, intelligent, and giving girls who love me. My girls and I are very close. We text daily in a group message. Although I have friends of my own, my two girls are my best friends. I tell them, almost, everything. I share my wins with them. I share my pain and my blue days. They are there for me and of course they know I would drop anything and everything to run to their side.

We have a friendship. Like real girl-pals. We go out together, travel together, go to concerts together. We laugh at each other and with each other.

They keep me young. They teach me stuff about the world, and I am still teaching them stuff.

I treasure both my girls and our friendship. Our mother/daughter-ship. I love and appreciate our relationship dearly. Thankfully, we don’t fight, but they call me out when needed.

I don’t love them anymore or any less than I love my son. In fact, they believe he is my favorite. The truth is, I do not have a favorite. I love them all fully and equally and more than enough. I believe your heart grows with every birth.

We never really fought when my girls were teenagers. Not too bad anyway. I do not have grandchildren, but I know if I ever do, when I do, our relationship will grow and change again.

Mothers and daughters share a bond. The bond changes and molds as the years go by and the relationship changes. The bond spans eternity.

The mother starts out the teacher and the caregiver and often the roles flip in the end, and the daughter becomes the teacher and the caregiver. It is a friendship built on trust, love, and unselfishness that runs deep. You laugh, and you cry, you learn from each other.

God places the love for the child in your heart and soul, and He places the child’s love for the mother in the same place, just as deep.

It can be a fragile, complicated relationship, and sometimes a hard one. The relationship, like all relationships, takes two people who are willing to put the effort in and nourish it with love. Two people who are willing to ride the roller coaster together. Flips and all.

Look at your baby girl and know that one day, she will look at you as a friend. She will need you in different ways than she does now. You will be sad to lose your baby girl, but God replaces the child with a grown woman and a friend.

Remember, life doesn’t come with a manual, it comes with your mother. So, call her. Call your mother and tell her you love her. Tell her you appreciate her. You will cherish these phone calls from your daughter someday.

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Hi, I'm Dedra!! I am a late-in-life writer trying to fulfill a lifelong dream and emerge into the kidlit world. I am writing, editing, and querying while learning patience and failing forward. I hope to be a published children's book author with my picture books and YA novel. I graduated with a degree in Journalism from the UTA in 1988, but because of raising three beautiful children and life in general, I started writing professionally in 2014. My husband of 34 years and I raised our children in China Spring, right outside of Waco. Even though my children are all in their late twenties, all out of college, and all have careers (yay!!!), I am still a mother in their daily life—mothering, loving, worrying, and praying never stop—no matter how old they are. I am proud to be a late-in-life writer--journalist, freelancer, blogger, and magazine contributor. My work includes online and print magazines, including Modern Texas Living, Unread Magazine, Culture Trip, Everything Home Magazine, The Groove, The Outfitter, Victoria Lee Magazine, Holl and Lane Magazine, and Taylor Magazine. My (other) absolute favorite thing to write about is our ever-growing and evolving, small-urban town, Waco. I am thrilled to be part of Waco Moms and write about motherhood and Waco! I also write about life around me to enlighten, entertain, and make people think. If I make them smile, that's a bonus! You can read my blog at


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