CK Reuber

I am going to tell you a story about how my mom is a motherfucking rockstar wizard from outer space with infinite wisdom, humor, and compassion. I like to describe my mother in those words because those are the closest I can get to an accurate written description of her. The only other way I can think to describe her is as the nice version of me, which is also pretty accurate. My mom is a fucking sorcerer and could destroy Gandalf McDumbledore in battle. She is just rad as fuck.

When I was growing up, CK Reuber and I had the typical mother-daughter relationship, maybe a bit more amplified than average, but typical nonetheless. We got along rather well, for the most part, although I did go through the "asshole teenager" phase which put small strain of the relationship. When I left for college our relationship really solidified itself and we have been #besties ever since.

What makes my mom so awesome is her limitless ability to deal with Yours Truly. I can be a little much...all the time. I require constant attention and reassurance while simultaneously acting like I am completely okay without those things. Can you imagine trying to raise a feisty child who is a complete contradiction of herself 100% of the time? I am always whining for mozzarella sticks or coffee and expect her to drop everything to give me a hug on demand. I am super annoying and she deals with that.

Perhaps one of my favorite things about CK is that she inspires confidence in me. She has never made me doubt myself or anything I was doing. She was supportive when I decided to major in the 3 most unemployable academic fields. She let me dress and do my hair and makeup like I was on fucking crack and meth popsicles. She was never that mom who had backhanded commentary about my outfits, my weight, or my interests. That shit makes all the difference.

One of my other favorite things about CK, as it relates to her relationships with others, is how she makes everyone feel like they matter, because to her, they do. (That is important to clarify because I still hate everyone). My mom can know someone for ten minutes and they are confiding in her about their biggest life stressors. She listens, she relates, and she cares, and that is some seriously rare shit to come by.

Continuing on with things I love about my mom is that she doesn't give two and half fucks about any conceptions of how women with kids are supposed to act, dress, and what they can enjoy. Homegirl wears black and white polka dot Converse and Doc Martens to work. She swears like a sailor and secretly enjoys Keeping Up With the Kardashians.

CK allows me to let my freak flag fly and I think she should be knighted or given sainthood. She is fucking amazing. I'm sure your mother is good and all, but mine is 100 fucking times better.