I'm one of those lucky individuals...I count my Mother as one of my best friends.
We never shared clothes or anything...not that kind of best friend...she's just one of the people in my life who loves me unconditionally, accepts me as I am (tattoos and all - even though she hates them,) has wonderful words of encouragement for me when I'm in dark corners, laughs with me, cries with me, and listens when I just need a sounding board. Everything a best friend does.
Having said that...I will also say...I would go to bat for my mother any day. When life tries to beat her to a pulp, I lift her up and make her laugh...when disappointments threaten to shake her foundation, I remind her that she is a rock who has weathered stronger storms. And when wriggly little parasites try to worm their way into her soul, I am the first to firebomb those little bastards. Don't mess with my Mama! This baby bear can be vicious!
I love you, Mama. Two Trees.