I just found out I'll be travelling for work at the end of September to a place very close to where my mother is buried. I've decided to take a side trip to see her grave for the first time while dressed. I know this probably sounds silly or maybe even creepy to some but I never had the courage to tell my mom about being transgendered. Though I tell myself she knew from the very start, I never actually TOLD her. I never acknowledged what her feminine perception informed her from the beginning about her baby boy. And although I denied it and over compensated trying to remove that doubt, she remained perceptive and persistent through it all. She never discouraged me from being who I am. I know my little road trip won’t wipe away any regrets but still… I think I’ll take a short drive out of the big city and take her some flowers and give a little curtsey to the woman who knew me before I knew me and say “Hi mom I’m Michelle, we never had the chance to meet but, you’ve known me for a long, long time….
Michelle