Moms are (almost) always right

I can't count how many times I've fought with my mom. Yelling matches where each of us tried to say we weren't yelling. Lectures in my room, in the kitchen, everywhere, lasting an hour or more and almost always ending with me crying and hiding in my room until the next meal. I told myself that I wouldn't talk to her, I'd ignore here, teach her a lesson. Alas, that never happened. Maybe I wasn't stubborn enough, but I could never stop myself from throwing out the last word, thus breaking my silence. My mom is stereotypically asian, to a certain extent. Although my parents never pushed me very hard in school, they expected good grades. She also couldn't stop herself from giving me advice, mostly advice that I didn't want to hear.

Nowadays, my mom and I have a very good relationship. It's been at least a year since we've fought like that, and during winter break at home, we could even talk like peers about my sisters, about pop culture, about my dad, and about Eric. So why did I bring this up? Two reasons. 

1. My mom told me I should study in the library, because that's what she did when she was in school. I think I study just fine in my dorm, and I told her so. 

2. Over break, my mom told me I should practice wearing makeup on a daily basis. Needless to say, I didn't agree with that, either. But today, I decided to try, and it's really not bad, if I do say so myself, at least for a first try.

I guess over time I've learned that though I might not agree with my mom at the time, she's (almost) always right in the end.