Mom's Big Day

Thanks to how my benefits are at work, I get tons of time off that I can use up during the year. Moreso than I know what to do with most of the time.

As such, I made sure to take off today especially for a very important reason: it's my mom's 75th birthday!!!

So, today, we're going out for lunch to a local restaurant (my mom chose the place for her special day), getting her a cake and making sure she enjoys her day.

It was important for me to treat her out for the day; not only because it's a birthday with a big number but because she's always been there for me.

Throughout my entire life, she's always been my biggest supporter. Whenever my dad would either treat me terribly or just ignore me, whenever a relationship ended or life in general just felt like too much, I could always go to my mom for the support I needed.

When I came to realize that I was pansexual and genderfluid, I knew that she had to be one of the first people I told. Her acceptance was very important to me. It felt for a time that it was more tolerance than acceptance but whenever she told me that she wouldn't have me any other way, I could've burst as I was so happy.

Now, I won't lie: there have been times where I haven't been as thankful or as kind as I should be. They say that kids act up to their parents because they trust them so much. I hope that's true because there have been times where I feel like I took my mom and her love for granted.

That's why I feel like I have to treat my mom well and do what I can for her for as long as possible. I have to let all of my insecurities go and realize that she will always be there for me while she's on this earth.

I mean, she literally offered to move out and let me keep the house if I ever ended up with somebody (I flat out refused to kick her out of her own house).

If that's not the unconditional love which a parent is supposed to have for their child then I don't know what it is.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

Love you.

So, I'm going to finish getting ready and go enjoy my day with her. I'll be back with you all on Monday. Have a great weekend, my loves.

-Trixie 😘 ❤️ 



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