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Me and Mom - January 2007 - Florence, OR.

This post was inspired by the lovely Son/Mom shot and post over on

txkink's journal. I don't look forward to having years where I think back to when my Mom passed away. For my own reasons, I don't find myself ever "missing" my father - but my Mom? She and I have grown closer and closer over the last few years.

We've have had our ups and downs of course: Happy Years. Angry Years. Noncommunicative Years. There were years where she tried to protect my father from my anger - Dad and I used to come at one another like angry thunderstorms. When I was young, angry and newly queer she found me very difficult to understand. (lets face it - so did my peers at the time) as I'm grown up and matured and have a better world-view? Our relationship is now the strongest it has ever been.

We've finally found that adult balance to talk and interact with each other as peers - with very little of that "you're my baby boy - you're my Mom" kind of interaction. We talk every couple of weeks - and can talk every topic from politics to dating to HIV to work to theater. I'm really glad we both let go of the anger and hurt of our past and figured out a way to be just us. Margaret and Bob, mother and son. and simply celebrate one more day in each other's lives.

She hates gifts of flowers. She admitted to me a few years ago - "flowers die so fast and you are just wasting your money." so or the last few years - on her birthday and on Mothers Day - I send her a few dollars she can go spend at the local nursery and get some plants or bulbs she can plant in her yard - - and add to her lovely hobby of a beautiful garden and flowers.

Thanks again

txkink for the lovely reminder to really celebrate Mother's Day. :)