My Conversation with my mom · Coming Out Cosmic Community

My Conversation with my mom

My first time writing in here, forgive me if I just word vomit this story I am about to share!

At the age of around 8 (1972-1973 ish) one day while sitting at the picnic table in our yard my mom spoke of the night I was conceived. As we were talking about "my birth story" that I had heard many times before, mom continued into something new entirely.

As the story goes, my parents and 2 older brothers were planning a family vacation to Las Vegas to visit family. My mom saw her doctor and found out she was expecting and this changed the plan for a vacation. Instead with the money saved my father built the garage. I loved this story and this is the part I always responded with, you are welcome dad! But this day was different.

Mom continued with saying, I am visited by aliens sometimes. I know when they are around when the T.V. goes off the station with static. When I am up late watching T.V. Now I knew mom was an avid sky watcher. In good weather she and her friends would sit outside and there would always be some kind of lights they could see. Up until this moment though, I always thought this was make believe, just a reason to hang out.

Mom continued, aliens come around sometimes but one night I was in bed. Dad and I had just made-love. Dad was asleep next to me but I had not fallen asleep yet. Laying there relaxing mom became aware of 2 beings standing at the foot of the bed. Without much detail, mom said, I felt a warmth in my womb, as she indicated this area with her hands. Then they were gone. When I found out I was pregnant I knew that is the moment you were conceived. Mom said she knew this is the moment I came to be within her.

At the young age I was when mom told me this, I just lacked the words to find a question. The weirdest part is that we never spoke of this again. I never told anyone what mom shared, not until her death when I was age 27. I wish I had brought it up again and asked her about these visits and her experiences. You can imagine, if only kept in the back of my mind growing up, I wondered about myself. What does this mean about me? This is probably what led me to ask one day (age 10) out loud to anything listening, what is life, what are humans? That is a different story though, I will share it if you all are interest!

Thank you for listening!

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