A true story about a mothers and sons in our Senior building

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Our building is rent subsidized but many people are coming from owning their own homes and having their spouse's final illness take all of the family assets. I myself sometimes roll my eyes at how little old Lutheran ladies are here (there are all faiths but you get my drift.)

Most people here mention their kids and one new resident mentioned her unmarried son who owned a flower shop. We also have people who no longer have impulse control on their questions and someone asked her if he was gay. Nobody here would mind either way. It was a curious question. She said she didn't think so but she mulled it over and the next time he visited she asked him and he said. "Of course I am Mom for, I thought you knew." Her reply was that "I never thought about it but it makes no difference to me."

I can see a lot of Mom's here who try to be good parents by not interfering or inferring anything because they just don't think about things like that because it does not matter.

Confession: Now I on the other hand had two sons. One climbed out of his crib and headed straight to his Dad's playboy stash and really liked girls from the time he was 11. The other one was more introverted and did not date until college. I thought I was being a good parent when they were 13 and 15 when I told them both at the same time I did not care whether someone was straight or gay. All I got was a patronizing, "OK Mom" with eyes rolled rather than a dialog. That statement came back to haunt me later in s stress-filled moment just before his wedding but I had no clue as to what path he was headed out on and I thought it might help if that was the case to know I didn't care as long as they were OK. He heard what I said correctly the second time,that I had not assumed he was gay I was just expressing my opinion so they knew where I stood.

Moms are people too and I have yet to find my "Life's Instruction Manual."