Finding a friend

I'ts always a great thing to find a friend. Finding someone that you don't have to explain yourself to because they already know you.

Why am I surprised to find a friend in my mother? Is it just trying to live on my own that has made me hesitant to ask for her advice and to go to her for comfort? She gives her "motherly advice" on a regular basis... but I found today that she may be the one person that understands some of my moods, because she deals with the same ones. And somehow instead of that scaring me that I'm "like my mother", it comforts me that I have someone to talk to who understands exactly where I'm coming from.