My mom is the best mom in the world. Really, guys, I’m not bragging or anything. You know what they say “give credit where it’s due”. That’s all I’m doing. My mom deserves credit. I’m not going to wait for mother’s day to tell my mom how cool she is. What did she do?

Oh, she hasn’t consented to me dropping out of college yet, if that’s what you were thinking. It’s nothing major like that, really. What then?

Well, I just happen to be one of the very few daughters who are being spoiled by their mothers. Yes, you guessed right: breakfast in bed. What did I do to deserve a thoughtful mother like this?

Now, I know my mom is nothing close to perfect. She’s got her fair share of flaws too, like anyone else. In fact, if there was competition for “perfect moms” I wouldn’t advise her to enter. Wanna know why? Well, she wouldn’t even make it to the top 100.

Is she that imperfect? Yes, she is worse. But that doesn’t make me adore her any less. Besides, as she would say, she doesn’t need to be perfect to be cool.

Is she cool? Cool is an understatement. Which mother do you know, who can play PlayStation with both her son and husband (err, I mean soon-to-be-ex-husband) and still beat them? I don’t know many women who can pull that off.

I love my mom. I know most of the time we are at loggerheads about this or that. And that at times, out of anger, I say some of the meanest things about her. But it is days like these when I’m reminded how blessed I am to have her in my life. Especially now, that she is always in a good mood.

I guess this means she’s finally come to terms, with the Sim saga and dad walking out on us. On my part, I guess the fact that I’ve accepted that he is her “soon-to-be-ex-husband” means I’ve also come to terms with the inevitable.

But there’s something that’s bothering me about her good mood. I don’t know why but something doesn’t feel right. I can’t help feeling as if there’s something else she is hiding from me.

I know I could’ve used the chance I had this morning, whilst we were eating and talking, to ask her. Just ask her and get it over and done with. But you don’t just say, “Mom, are you seeing someone?”

No, it’s not that easy. I guess you’ll never understand how hard it is suspecting that your mom has a lover – and it’s not your dad. I don’t even know how I’d feel if she is indeed seeing someone. Would I be expected to call him ‘dad’ like I called my father? This whole thing is just ethereal; like a real dream.

I really can’t think of mom loving anyone else besides dad. This is what I keep telling myself every day. And guess what? Today, she wakes up, prepares breakfast for me, for what? Only to tell me that she’s got a big surprise for me this Sunday.

ZZ xxx

Dish it: what kind of surprise does mom have for me? Do you think she is seeing someone?

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