I've mentioned this in passing before.
He's very open about it. In fact, he has been "out" since he explained his sexual orientation to me in no uncertain terms at the age of 16.
It was one of those watershed moments in parenting. I still am amazed at the words that came out of my mouth that night.
It doesn't matter to me if you are gay, straight, green, purple or polka-dotted. You are still my son, and I will always love you.
The only thing that bothers me, though, is this: Being gay is a harder road to travel, and it makes me sad that you will have to travel that harder road; that things will not be easy for you.
Otherwise, you're still you. That's the bottom line.
Pretty good, eh? I impressed myself as well.
Anyway, it has been more than a hard road. It's been quite brutal, in fact, and he has suffered the ups and downs of a difficult and dark personality as he navigates it. Do not forget that this is still the young man I threw out of my house on Christmas night two years ago.
For the most part, he has been a bachelor, so to speak. A couple of brief and not-so-shining relationships. Usually he picks the bad boys, including one that led to a period of time we both choose not to think about. Something about that self-destructive streak ...
So imagine my surprise a month or so ago when we had this instant message conversation:
Evil Mother: hey
Drama King: Whatsup?
Evil Mother: nuffin
Evil Mother: you didnt talk to me last nite
Drama King: Aww ... was on a date
Evil Mother: a good one?
Drama King: I'd say so. We went to a super fancy restaurant, where I had duck that cost 30 dollars.
Drama King: It was his idea tho, so he paid.
Evil Mother: wow
Drama King: Yeah.
Evil Mother: is he nice?
Drama King: Yeah
Evil Mother: anyone who would pay $30 for your duck dinner ... that sounds like a keeper to me
Drama King: 0:-)
Evil Mother: so when do you bring him home to meet your mother?
Drama King: A week before the wedding?
Drama King: ;-)
Evil Mother: you are a baaaad baaaad boy
Drama King: You love me, admit it
Evil Mother: totally
That was a month ago, like I said.
Tonight, I got a text message from him (God forbid we should actually communicate with the spoken word!) about the Catch-22 of needing new pants for work but needing to work so he could afford the pants.
*Insert heavy sigh here, while I apparently needed to buy my 24-year-old son a pair of black pants*
Anyway, we're standing in line so I can pay for said pants, and he turns to me and blushes an amazing shade of tomato red.
"So, um, Mom ..."
"What day next week ... uh ... would you like to have ... er ... dinner with ... um... B and me?"
I wish I could have had a picture of the look on his face -- and on mine.
He's bringing a boy home to meet his mother.
Now, this is a first.
I can't wait.