feeling motherly

My brain won't go to sleep, so here I am.

I'm not going to repost any of Those Photos here - there are, perhaps, three people on my flist who probably haven't seen them already, and if any of those three wants to see what I'm talking about, just click on my Friends... But I will say, it makes me go all melty and smily (*eyerolls at own sappiness*) to see Lance looking so adorably *happy*. 'Tis lovely.

But... See, I'm old enough to be Lance's mother. (I'm old enough to be JC's mother! Eep!) And I can't help but wonder how his mother, and the rest of his family, are coping. I'm sure there are people around them expressing pleasure, and pride, and comfort if it's wanted. Then again, there are far too many people in the world who are not inhibited by human decency or even common politeness... Even if their mail is being carefully screened, the ordinary interactions of everyday life suddenly have the potential for all sorts of difficulties.

I wish I could write to Diane Bass and say... well, I'd figure out exactly what I'd want to say if I had somewhere to send a letter. I was delighted to have the chance to send a token to Lance himself, thanks to without_me's nifty arrangements. For Lance himself, it has obviously been a liberating and joyful experience, but for his family?