Happy for you!

WOW! Good for her and good for you! (You're lucky and I'll bet hundreds would envy you that discussion!) I hope it continues and you can have many more of them!

That's awesome that you and your mother can talk about that! It can really bring you closer and you now have a better understanding with each other. I'm happy for you

"We must carry the Torch of Reason over the murky waters of Faith and Superstition, to a new beginning and a peaceful world."- Author Unknown

Never too late for some people, I guess. Glad you had this experience.

Congratulations.. Too bad my conversations with family always ends up in treating me like I'm a devil worshiper lol

This post makes me so very happy for you!

Well done the both of you's!

That's awesome, I'm really happy that she came around. Unfortunately, I often feel that my parents, especially my mother, treat me like a trophy on the mantle: love to bring people in to brag about me and my accomplishments, but all weapons drawn in a panic the second I speak my mind. I don't know how she expects me to get such an intensive science education and not learn to question things. I remember one specific occasion at dinner where I was sitting quietly and respectfully waiting for the rest of my family to finish their prayer when I look over to see my mother glaring at me the entire time and when they finished, she started ranting at me about how I should be respectful and say the prayer with them. Quite frustrating

This brings tears to my eyes, in part because my own mother, who used to be a big part of my life, voted for Trump and I excised her forthwith. You've a powerful, no-nonsense style that I can only hope to achieve some day. Thank you for sharing this.

Humble in victory, gracious in defeat

Very cool. cool toconect with moms. congrats

Very funny and touching.

I never had a chance to have that conversation with my mother once I gave up supernaturalism. I'm kinda glad I didn't because I was very angry at the time and it wouldn't have gone well.

Such a great story. My dad taught me to believe in mother nature. I think my mom is a believer so she can fit in. My aunt and uncle know I don't believe. My brother turned super religious and it freaks me out butbhe was always a Napoleon Dynamolite type so I just humour him. He acts like he doesn't remember that I am atheist as we were raised. My grandmother was protestant and then Christian I believe but she was deaf so she never knew her grandchildren never believed in god. She never questioned us not going to church with her. I think I went twice. My father says he got kicked out of Sunday school for asking those impossible questions that they can't answer ? and he got beat with a stick for it to get the Deamons out. Crazy stuff happened to people because of religion and not because of atheist so go figure.

I am still the “blasphemer” my family. Mother in law is not at all in about pointing that out. To be in your shoes, to hear those words. There is hope. Always hope!

Great story, thanks for sharing....

"Happy Day"...Indeed ! Almost never happens. Congratulations.

Hope that it lasts. Keep us posted......no matter which way it goes..

Awesomnesses...

My family insisted that I follow Catholicism...none of them ever attended Church. My mom lit candles, prayed to the Infant of Prague, but was stalwart in her decision not to attend and often said "If I walked into a Church it would collapse..." I was never a believer in Catholicism. It was boring, scary and the nuns were mean as piss! I often wondered why my mom was such a devout believer but didn't observe her religion. It was many years later that I realized she was ashamed of her own sins. During a discussion I showed her pictures of our solar system, of galaxies and broad sweeps of Universe. She was stunned and said she thought the Sun revolved around the Earth and never dreamed that there was a Universe! Then she asked me about God's relationship to all of this. I explained to her that the Infant of Prague was her personal God. She agreed. Then I explained that there are many gods, made in Humankind's image. "Which is the real one?" She asked. "Reality is a matter of perspective..." I said. One her deathbed she told me she was no longer a believer because her life hadn't gone the way she expected it to and her "God" had broken their agreement. I reminded her of the breadth of the Universe and told her "In an Infinite Universe, all things exist. Even God. Just not in the form she expected."

Wow...what a moment! Congratulations!

I think it's awesome that your mother is coming around and acknowledging your thoughtfulness and intelligence.

We should always remember that kindness that we show to others , speaks volumes. I'm glad that you can sit down with her and openly talk about that with her. We sometimes forget how hard it is to let go of years of indoctrination.

I too have had lengthy conversations with my family members on the subject of my non-beliefs. They always end the same way. They’ll pray for my repentance or I shall burn in the lake of fire. Congratulations on the awakening of your mother. My mother who was ravaged with cancer went to her grave believing God would heal her cancer.