The more I think about my visit with my mom, the more something makes me happy, yet concerned.
As time passes, she's becomming more and more religious... and when I got there one of the first questions was the predisposition vs. upbringing debate. The nice thing is that when I first came out she ran off to the catholic priest about what to do, tears and all... and he gave her two books on why it was OKAY that I was gay (THANK YOU FATHER TIM)... so she's had some ways to fit my gayness into her religion. I was even able to present her her with a situation when I was 4 (that I recall very vividly) that demonstrated predisposition toward my gay slant... before upbringing could really have created much of an impact... and she remembered the event and agreed. So I've got a mom that is willing to stand up and fight for her kid... which I definately admit is very, very cool.
None the less... I'm afraid of her religiousness... I think I'm afraid that if she buys in too far I'll somehow "lose" her to religion... and I really don't want to do that. Even now she pushes me to "believe in god"... and my agnosticism fights against it immediately... but I let it pass to allow her to maintain her happiness... but... I dunno... it bugs me a lot.