Props to Mom
I really have to give my mom some credit. Yeah, it's after Mother's Day. But those special moments don't always happen on preordained days -- thank Goddess. We were on the phone just having a vanilla conversation, catching up on various things. But I had my filters running, keeping tight reins on potential thorny subjects. Mom and I, however, are close enough that she can tell when I'm doing this... when there are things going unsaid. She never ever says anything about it... But she waits patiently.
So as we were catching up on the week's events, it felt increasingly weird /not/ to share what, for me, was one of the highlights -- my piercing adventure. First all I mentioned was that I'd seen something humorous on my drive to Race Street after work. Then later I mentioned I'd gone to a piercing shop. Her first thought was, "Oh no... What did you pierce THIS time?" (yes, she actually did ask) And so of course I said "no" and explained what is was I was doing there (full play by play, including mental notes I took along the way) and what circumstances led to it.
The best part, and the thing I thank Goddess for each and every time it happens, is that she laughed and said "well, I guess you won't do that again!" And then we talked about her shopping. Just and everyday chat between mother and son...
It's also moments like this that prove to me that coming out is a daily process... And that it never ends. It's too easy not to give people credit for being "hip" or accepting enough to talk about this stuff with. And more often than not the people closest to us don't scream "eww!" and run for the door. Sure it might not be their cup of tea, but they know these things are a part of us and to know us they may get a bit more than the usual five cent tour.
Even if you don't think it's special or significant, *I* do. So I'm sending a few extra props to mom.... And happy Mother's Day. :)
So as we were catching up on the week's events, it felt increasingly weird /not/ to share what, for me, was one of the highlights -- my piercing adventure. First all I mentioned was that I'd seen something humorous on my drive to Race Street after work. Then later I mentioned I'd gone to a piercing shop. Her first thought was, "Oh no... What did you pierce THIS time?" (yes, she actually did ask) And so of course I said "no" and explained what is was I was doing there (full play by play, including mental notes I took along the way) and what circumstances led to it.
The best part, and the thing I thank Goddess for each and every time it happens, is that she laughed and said "well, I guess you won't do that again!" And then we talked about her shopping. Just and everyday chat between mother and son...
It's also moments like this that prove to me that coming out is a daily process... And that it never ends. It's too easy not to give people credit for being "hip" or accepting enough to talk about this stuff with. And more often than not the people closest to us don't scream "eww!" and run for the door. Sure it might not be their cup of tea, but they know these things are a part of us and to know us they may get a bit more than the usual five cent tour.
Even if you don't think it's special or significant, *I* do. So I'm sending a few extra props to mom.... And happy Mother's Day. :)