I asked her how long she knew about my crossdressing before I came out to her.
She told me that I had been doing it since I was a little boy.
One day, she saw that I had her expensive makeup all over my face, and it apparently wasn't the first time.
My mom, being as open-minded as she is, decided not to quash the behavior. Instead, she put her cheaper cosmetics in a location I would reach, so I could feel free to express myself. She told me that she also put some of her clothes and shoes in a more accessible location in her closet, so I could dress up whenever I wanted.
My dad was gone for most of the time when I was younger, so this became our little secret.
Then she told me that when a school crossdress day came along, she felt a little guilty helping me look as feminine as she did, but she took great enthusiasm in helping me pick out an outfit, jewelery, shoes, and makeup.
When halloween came around in 2009, she acted like she was disappointed in me for wanting to crossdress to hand out candy.
During this talk, though, she told me that she was excited that I wanted to present as a female again, so she gave me a crash course in makeup techniques.
I never knew that she was this supportive, and I feel so lucky to have her in my life. Without her, I would feel ashamed of my crossdressing.