A Letter to the Me From December 29th

Came out to my mom recently

You're going to tell your mom tomorrow.
You're going to tell your mom tomorrow,
And I wish you would have used a little more tact.
Most of the time when a child tells their mother
that she will likely not be getting grandchildren,
it is a planned conversation.
Yours will not be planned.
Most of the time the child will cry.
Oh, you will cry.
Most of the time, the delivery is rehearsed,
with words along the lines of
"Mom, I like boys"
"I'm taking Julia to the prom"
"I didn't think I could ever get married until two years ago."
You will not do that.
Maybe you should have.
You will not say any of those things,
you will say, in these exact words,
"I will not be getting a boyfriend any time soon"
and when she asks you if you have a girlfriend
you will tell her
"I'm not opposed to the idea"
and you will almost fall backwards into an empty bathtub
because you're focusing so hard on not fainting
that you almost faint.

Half of the time when a child tells their mother
that she will likely not be getting grandchildren,
she gets angry.
Half the time, she yells and screams and
sometimes she puts their things on the curb.
Yours will not do that.
Yours will rub your back like she used to when you would cry in busy places
and she will hug you so hard you think she might be upset
and you think she might be trying to strangle you
and she'll ask you how long you've been sitting on this
and she'll say she's so happy you trusted her
and she'll do anything she can do to help you.
and when you ask if she's gonna tell dad she'll say
"hell no"
because he might not put your things on the curb
but he will freak out and say gross things
and he will be less warm than a child would hope for.
And when she hears the garage door opening
she will help you calm down enough
to where no one asks what happened.
and she'll hug you again and you'll start to think
she might actually break a rib on accident.
But she won't.

You're going to tell your mom tomorrow.
You're going to tell your mom tomorrow,
and it's going to be okay.