Mother's day weekend for the past four years has been a haze of activity and emotions. This year was no exception. Usually it is headed of by the Relay for Life on Friday night. This year I decided not to participate, mainly because it starts the weekend by exhausting me, and my daughter was working and wouldn't be participating with me. So this year the weekend started with the Atlanta Race for the Cure bright and early on Saturday morning. My daughter decided that she didn't want to participate in this event either this year, so I was there alone, except for about 420 of my co-workers and 25,000 other people. It was a large event. As a sign of the times, there weren't as many vendors as in previous years and the one's that were there weren't giving away as many pink ribbons and pens as usual, just a lot of coupons and informational papers. But the snacks and drinks were plentiful and it was still a good event. After the race, I went shopping for panty hose and then home for a few hours before I had to get dressed for the last ever Dining Out. While I was home, a FedEx truck came to my house and dropped off a dozen red roses with a note that said "Happy Mother's Day" from Tim and Joanne. I work for UPS. In the entire 22 years that I was married to Tim, he never once gave me a dozen roses, much less had them delivered. Not even after I had our children. Now, ten years after I divorced him, he thinks it's o.k. to send them from him and the bimbette that he cheated on me with. This pushes the edge of my mental stability, and on a day that I didn't need my stability tampered with. The cancer races send me back into the world of surviving the disease. It really is a good thing to keep there, but it is always emotional hearing about survivors, seeing so many of us, identifying with the challenges that they didn't even warn us we would deal with. And then again, there was the last Dining Out to deal with. Dining out is a military tradition, and serves as the awards banquet for my daughter's AFJROTC unit. Fifteen years ago, my ex husband and I attended the first of many of these banquets that our children would participate in. This was the last one, and I was going alone, but surrounded by friends that I probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet if I was still with my ex. Somehow, the friends were a better choice. Still, for my daughter and I as well as many of our friends, this was the last dining out. It was a time to say goodbye. After the banquet, a group of us tried to go to karioke, but it had ended early due to the lack of participation. Instead we went to IHOP to eat even more food. It was so weird to see my daughter sitting at the table, surrounded by friends that she'd started kindergarten with so long ago, saying their last goodbyes, seeing how much they'd changed over the years, yet in many ways they are so much the same.
Today Lizzie had to work, so for Mother's day I have been alone. I recieved a Mother's day message from Matt, but Tim has deleted his facebook page and not been heard from. Tomorrow is Honors Scholarship Night at School. More awards will be bestowed on my already decked out daughter. She is ending her high school career in the top five percent of her class and having earned nine school letters.
Next week is the quiet before the storm of Graduation the following week.