So the big deal is how my transition doesn’t seem to be a big deal at all to Mom. She didn’t seemed phased at all by finally meeting *me* face to face.

Plus she thought I was dressed “stylishly casual” — which was nice because I had apprehensions about mother-daughter conflicts over what to wear.

(When she first saw photos back in July, she thought my outfits were not work appropriate. I was wearing sundresses and I had to explain that, no these were intended as weekend wear. Although she did say tonight, that she realized part of her concerns were that she feels not many women wear dresses these days. Part of it, I realized, is that she hates wearing dresses because she thinks they don’t look flattering on her.)

And a nice bonus: She said my brother just wanted to know what had taken me so long to get here.