A Note to Mama P

An update to "Don't Give Moms a Hard Time"

by Tori Piscatelli

In typical Tori fashion, this took me forever to write. I’d like to say it’s because I was trying to think of the perfect thing to write for my mom, but in all honesty, it was late because that’s who I am as a person (and most certainly not the way my mother raised me). This is also late because when it comes to my mom, Vicki… Vicki Jean… VJP, and as most know her, Mama P, what I want to say is easy—she is my best friend. She’s the glass half-full to my half-empty, the Moira to my David, the new soul to my old soul. And while it was hard to see the similarities between us when I was a kid (she has brown hair, I have blonde; she has brown eyes, I have blue; she goes-with-the-flow, and, well, I typically do not), now, as an adult, I realize that our similarities lie in the type of women we are because of how our mothers raised us. We are still very different, but sometimes, in a passing moment, I’ll move or say something a certain way and I can’t help but think to myself, “I’m turning into my mother.” And I couldn’t be happier.

@Tor2lini