positive reinforcement from Mom, by proxy, more or less

Remember the death doula? I got a short, sweet note from her via US mail yesterday saying that Mom's been enjoying the pictures I've sent. There was no mention of whether Mom knows who I am, but gift horses. This is the only contact I've had with this lady; Good Sister is the one who arranged her visits to Mom, naturally.

Not that I was in danger of ceasing my steady trickle of padded envelopes across the US, but it was still good to read. I really had no idea if Mom cared one way or the other. The last envelope I sent contained a photo of myself in the Devil Girl outfit. I can't help but wonder what, if any, reaction that will get. Three or more years ago I wouldn't have done it, but now? Why not?