Mothers can be a transgender girls greatest ally, or indiffernt to our desires. Which was yours? Let me share a bit about mine.
For many of us (in the U.S.) Sunday is Mother's Day. Sometimes I'm pretty ignorant. Do you UK folks have "Mum's Day" in Great Britain? How about you Canadians? You folks to the North are pretty independent with all those Tim Horton's coffee shops, 2$ coins and hockey.
At any rate the day should be a time to celebrate the unconditional love your Mom has always given you, with flowers and dinner of some sort.
Hopefully that is true for you! Was she the first to step up and say "that's OK dear, I'm happy you have come to grips with your cross dressing ... just so you are not gay and not one of those transsexuals!"
Of course Mom's do run the spectrum in transgender acceptance. I've written about my Mom. Here are the basics. She has been gone for nearly 20 years, was part of the WWII/Depression "Greatest Generation" and recommended electro-shock therapy when I tried to come out to her.
Do I hold it against her? No! She was doing the best she could, based on her own past. After our little chat that one night, the gender subject disappeared like the Nazi's to Argentina and was never brought up again.
She never knew I wanted a doll one Christmas, instead of the BB gun my brother used on me. She never knew of my fascination with her application of makeup when I was very young. She had to have known I was playing in her clothes and makeup later in life, but chose to ignore it.
We all know it was just a fad that would go away! Especially if you don't talk about it!
Through all of this, Mom and Dad were incredible providers. He was a self-made man who actually was the youngest son of a man born in 1869. Talk about spanning generations! I never knew him. He passed away in 1949 before I was born.
We were far from wealthy but never lacked for a good roof over our heads, food and education. On the other hand, we always lacked emotional support.
So Mom, happy Mother's Day! I would have loved you more if I would've been taught what was love was.
I do respect you though. And I know you'd see the irony in the fact that the daughter-you-almost-never-had resembles you -- a lot, and inherited your restless personality.
I wonder if you would be proud of me, still trying to completely feel what that love thing is all about!.