So I came out to my mother yesterday. My parents live about 90 miles away from us, which is about the perfect spot for them. Close enough that if we want to see each other we can, but far enough away that it's sort of inconvenient for random visits. Don't get me wrong. I love my parents, but they sometimes drive me nuts. Up until that point, the only other person who I've come out to in my family is my wife (who told her mother and stepfather (which is okay because she asked for permission first and granted it)). The conversation... did not go as expected. It went something like this:
ME: Mom.... I'm.... I'm... (add about another two or three minutes of trying to work up the courage to spit it out.) I'm transsexual.
MOM:
COOL! 
I was literally struck speechless. I mean, I knew out of all my family she'd be the most accepting. But to be so, I don't know,
excited about it threw me for a loop. We had a good talk about it for an hour afterwards, where I expressed my concern about coming out to my father and my son. My mom gave me some great insight to him, and it makes me hopeful that he'll be more accepting of me than I thought. She also mentioned that she's always wanted a daughter, and is happy that she's finally getting one after all these years.
Even though I'm Athiest, I think it's pretty safe to say that I'm truly blessed to have two loving and supporting women in my life to help me through this journey. With the way things are falling into place, and with each step I take being validated, I'm becoming more confident that I'm doing the right thing. Of course there's a part of me that's waiting for the other shoe to drop, but that's the old me thinking, and I'm glad to say that I'm beginning to hear his voice less and less.
