Now let me start by saying that although technically speaking this is my mate's Mum, I do see her more often than my mate (geography to blame) and I consider her more of a friend and Mother figure. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm in my late twenties, I would be adopted by her. That's a fact. I have known her for almost 15 years I guess, give or take a few years and through that time she has witnessed either directly or indirectly (through her daughter) some of the best and worst moments of my life. Thankfully it's more the better things these days.
I first got to know her through my mate (obviously) and when we were 15 we would go to clubs and raves, and bump into her Mum who was out raving with her mates! I always found it astonishing that my mate would be embarrassed at seeing her Mum out because I thought it/she was so cool, but I guess it's different when it's your own parent(s). I'd fucking DIE if I saw my Dad out but that's more because he's a Poindexter. He went to Uni through the fucking Sixties. TWICE. Can you believe that? He missed probably the most infamous decade ever to get his learn on.
Whenever I go back to Norwich to see family, I always visit her and normally stay over too. It's always nice to hang out at her house because she's a proper Mum and that means that basically I turn up and get fed, watered, and generally get waited on hand and foot until such a time that I pass out from over-indulgence. This is something I have never encountered due to lack of a Mother, so naturally I'm going to still be riding this gravy train for years to come. It's brilliant isn't it?! If you have a Mum already then you might not understand my enthusiasm, but I've been looking after myself, sorting my own medicine, laundry, dinner, problems etc for a long time on my own so I'm WELL up for her making a fuss of me!
I always enjoy going there because it's a chance to have a decent conversation with someone that has some valid and interesting viewpoints on anything that's going on with me, or anything that we happen to be talking about. The all-time best thing about having a conversation with her is that it's just that - a conversation. It's not some bullshit school playground talk about something that literally doesn't matter a shit to anyone, we always talk about something that interests both of us and I always love the fact that I don't need to sugar coat my words (as I very often have to with most people, as some poor souls are rather delicate). She knows exactly what I mean and draws on her own experiences from the (very few) years ahead she is - and she does this without coming across as condecending. A very rare talent.
I have nothing but praise for My Mate's Mum, and look forward to getting shitfaced with her soon.
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