The following extract is from the chapter Mia Freedman’s son wrote in her book, Work Strife Balance.
“Imagine if I wrote a book one day about what it’s like having you as a mum” is a threat I’ve waved around a lot in my life. Every bizarre parenting decision she makes, every controversial or downright ridiculous thing she says. That’s the response I whip out.
But it would never happen. Who in their right mind would give a kid the creative space to write about how unique (read: insane, immature, bat-shit crazy) his mum is. As far as we knew, it was an empty threat. A threat that made the pair of us giggle on countless occasions.
And yet here we are.
Listen: Usually, mum interviews people on her No Filter podcast. But this week, I had the chance to interview her and we both ended up in tears. Post continues after audio.
Mum and I are close. I’d say far closer than the average mother and son. Pull a young adult off the street and ask them about their relationship with their mum: “Yeah alright I guess. Like, she’s cool. We’re pretty close”. Insecurity with a serious lack of enthusiasm to boot. Ain’t none of that here.
My mum is my best friend. A woman I love and idolise and respect and cannot live without.
She is responsible for the person I am today in every aspect. So when she asked if I was interested in writing a chapter for her book, I was floored. Speechless. To have someone who I admire as a woman, journalist, publisher, mother (usually) and friend ask for my creative input is an indescribable feeling. Honestly no words.
You know when you’re cutting wrapping paper and the scissors start to glide? That.
Between mum and I exists a dynamic role reversal. It’s fast and loose. Ever-changing. I am not the traditional son and she, by no means whatsoever, the traditional mum. In fact, the aforementioned role reversal is so extreme that for the majority of my life we seem to have swapped roles entirely.