Guys, unless you’re Adam Lambert, you might not need the above advice, but ladies, if you’re reading this (and you know you are), press on.
You see, I am so thankful that I am somewhat smart and usually plan ahead. I’m actually known for being organized. If you saw my house, you’d think otherwise.
But I digress.
Now, you might be wondering why you might want to carry eyeliner in your purse.
If you’re a teenager, you might be meeting some hot computer nerd in the library for lunch, so you prep your face in the bathroom during 3rd period to get ready.
But, if you’re a mom who is about to attend her daughter’s last soccer banquet, you might find it especially prudent to carry an extra stick of charcoal in your mom-purse.
It all started with this afternoon…
Wait.
No.
It all started in August when Chicky began her senior year.
I thought I was in control of my emotions. I’ve always been the mom who held to the philosophy that my job as a parent was to teach my children the skills they needed to function on their own (i.e. outside of my home) and love and serve the Lord.
So, milestones like tying shoes for the first time, getting drivers’ licenses, and attending proms have rarely made me cry big mom tears.
Something happened this year, though. Suddenly it wasn’t about the “firsts” but the “lasts.”
Yes, as I type this, I am psycho-analyzing myself (a scary thought, eh?) and realizing that this is, in fact, what the deal is.
Anyhoo…moving on…
Since attending Chicky’s team to the Final Four playoffs, I’ve been busy creating a slide show for the soccer banquet. Oh, not a small thing, I assure you, but one I really sunk my teeth into. After all, I love technology, and I discovered that Macs are the way to go for this type of project.
I give God the glory for helping me create a great slide show.
As I looked through the pictures, searched for music, and edited the video, I found myself tearing up numerous times.
It didn’t matter how many times I watched the completed video…I still got choked up…especially during the portion dedicated to seniors. For every picture Chicky selected for herself (she didn’t want any naked baby surprises), a memory rose to the surface. I remembered the exact moment in time when each photo was created, and it tore at my heart.
Still, I persevered, creating personalized DVDs for each senior and coach (thanks, LightScribe!).
This afternoon after work, I headed to Hallmark to select a birthday card for Chicky’s coach. He’s turning “hmmm-hmmm” years old today. While I was there, my eyes lit upon a “goodbye” card.
Oh my, but hot tears rose to the surface as I read it. In May, Chicky’s coach will be moving to Washington to be near his children, so this had been his last season with the girls. The card was perfect. I bought both for the girls to sign.
When I got out to my car, I allowed myself time to have a good cry.
I cried as I drove from Hallmark to the church where we were having the banquet. I called Super Sis and told her I thought I was having a PMS moment. She listened, agreed that part was probably due to hormones, but justified my feelings by reminding me that this was a year of “last’s” (there’s the word again).
I wiped my eyes and went into the church to finish setting up. My heart felt heavy though.
One of the other moms was there, and we sat down together to watch the DVD. Nobody would be there for some time, so we had the place to ourselves. We ate popcorn and drank soda as we watched the 19-minute video.
I fanned my eyes as the music for the senior section started.
Then she left, and I had some quiet time with my knitting before realizing that I needed to check my face in the mirror.
Oh my! I raced back to my purse for my eyeliner, getting interrupted to unlock the church doors for a coach who had arrived to set up trophies for his team.
I sheepishly admitted that I had been reapplying makeup after having a cry party. He chuckled in understanding.
The tears returned later that evening as Coach J gave his long farewell speech.
I cried when I started the video.
Sigh.
I teared up when the president of the booster club presented flowers to me…

I cried tears of laughter when Coach J joked about a “certain” player’s mom who, nine games out of ten, ran out on the field during warmups to take a “certain” player (the one who ate the most before each game but still managed to get hungry minutes before game time) a pack of crackers.
Guilty. I even did this during the Final Four game. Chicky was mortified, but when she sent out an SOS, I responded!
Regardless, I cried.
Ugh.
I’ve turned into a cryer.
And the year isn’t over yet. Chicky still has graduation. Another BIG “last!”
Oy!
I think I’d better invest in a couple more sticks of eyeliner. I think they are going to come in handy!
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