Sunday, May 08, 2016

5.8.2016 Mother's Day

A few years before she died, my mom said she wanted to go to the annual Pride parade with me and Leo. I knew she liked parades, but this was the first time I learned that she *loved* marching bands, so much that they made her cry sometimes. The parade was packed as usual; I think Mom was a bit surprised by the huge crowds. I was glad she was able to see all the families and dogs, and just the feeling of celebration.
We left the parade to go to the festival in the park (I think Mom got bored over the lack of marching bands). When Mom saw the PFLAG booth she proudly walked up and told the lady behind the table, "This is my son Jeff and his partner, Leo." It was one of the great moments of my life, not just to see the true acceptance from Mom, but also because of the PFLAG lady's response. She looked at my mom with this expressionless face, and I imagined her thinking, "Uh, yeah - welcome to Pride. There's half a million gay guys here, but thanks for the heads up on your kid." My mom took a PFLAG magnet that would remain on her fridge. Her journey wasn't an easy one, but she did it.