My dear old mother accepted my changes well enough, but just now, back for an extended visit before christmas, she occasionally waxes on about how she misses her son. What can you do? I could push, I could fight, but the reality is she knew me as her son for 30 years before, she's 80 now and fairly frail both emotionally and physically. So I just smile and say I'm still here for her, just a little more myself these days. Someone said, Moms, gotta love em. That's about it. Unless they're being malicious of course. But sometimes it might be best to understand where they are coming from too. And then we go back to where we live and work and have lovely friends who know us and love us for who we are, and everything is fine. As they say round these parts, hugs. 🙂