Thank you for this alternative perspective, beautiful Autisteuse. While I could certainly understand the perspectives of other Tattler-friends, I was additionally hoping that a differing response would be proposed, particularly one that also highlights the (1) nuance of relationships being allowed to shift to ones of true admiration with age and (2) tight bonds formed in circumstances of severe abuse/neglect. Sometimes your mother is your best friend because, of everyone you know, you have invested in them the highest degree of trust. In my case, this is partially through trauma, both my own and our mutual traumas.
My mama is my best friend as well—sometimes I forget this, because she made decisions earlier in my life that subjected me to my father’s aggression and injustice (and still occasionally does), but I value her for the plethora of other times in which she has uplifted me and brought me continuous peace and love. Like you and your mother, I wasn’t treated in childhood as her “only BFF in the world,” which I feel applies very complicated, uncomfortable pressure on children not to disappoint their mother and also to rely too heavily upon them. But as I celebrate my 29th birthday, and as I await the ones to arrive after (should God will them), I hope to get even closer with her.
Again, thank you.