Little Red Mother Hen

I'm a chicken. Not because I'm afraid of things but, because I'm either like The Little Red Hen or I'm a mother hen. Possibly both. People either want me when I have something specific to offer them or they want me as a mother, sometimes it is the same thing. Being mother hen is my nature but, I realized this morning that no matter how close a mother is to her daughter(s) it isn't the same as being a friend. Moms are not invited to the sleep over. Have a problem? I'll think of some advice or at least have some comforting words. Make a stupid mistake? I'll still love you. Ignore me for long periods of time? I'll welcome you back with nary a word. What ever else you want from a mother, I offer that to my friends. It seems like something a friend should do but, I want to have fun, too. Am I not fun? Or rather do I seem to be "not fun"? Am I not gregarious enough? Do I not talk on the phone enough? Do I not host enough gatherings? I don't know. And it hurts.