Okay, let me begin this by saying that my mother is a godly woman, she brought me into this world (and she could definitely take me out) and I love her to pieces. And mayyyybe I was slightly unfair towards her in my last column.

Don’t get me wrong, my mother and I definitely have our fighting phases, but we also have our happy phases (which we are currently in). I love when we’re in a happy phase because she’s my best friend.

We can have a conversation without fighting, be in the same area for more than 10 minutes and even go out and do things together, like shopping.

On Tuesday, she went out of her way to bring me McDonald’s for lunch because I had no lunch money.

My mother also makes sure that I do well in school. Naturally, I do want to get good grades, but sometimes I can get lazy and not do my homework. (Read my previous columns “What I need from school” and “Problem solving” if you want to revisit that confession.)

When laziness hits, my momma tells me over and over to do my homework because it’s important, and she wants me to end up in a good college. Mom makes sure I’m on the right track, and even if I don’t want to do my homework or even go to school on some days, Mom makes sure that I do because she cares about me.

I have to admit… I’m a bit of a brat. I wanted to get my belly button pierced, but Mom said, “NO!” But being the bratty child that I am, I got it done anyway. Mom just found that out Tuesday night. She was not happy. 

I’m trying to be a better child now, so life is a little easier for her. I’m not arguing with her every day anymore, and it’s a great feeling. 

My mother deserves some kind of award because she supports my brother and I all by herself. Raising two teenage kids is really expensive. When we get food from Steak ‘n Shake or McDonald’s, it’s $20 for just my brother and I. (We eat a lot.)

Without my mother, I wouldn’t be alive, figuratively and literally. My mother is always my shoulder to cry on, my best friend and of course, my ATM.

I turned 16 in December, and guess who bought me a fire-engine-red Ford F150? My momma, that’s who.

In all honesty, I really need to start appreciating all the things that momma does for me because I don’t most of the time, and I know that she’s all I have. She’s my only parent, and she does e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g for me.

I know that sounds bad, but it’s true. I always get in fights with her and, I guess, in order to have a dispute, there has to be two people involved. So another correction from my last column: I argue back (sometimes).

Having a bad relationship with my parent not only makes her life harder, it makes my life harder too.

No matter how much I want to believe that I could live without my mother, I couldn’t. And I will openly admit that.

I love you, Mom.