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I wrote previously that my dad was leaving tomorrow for Florida. Well I didn't write that he wanted to take the kids out for a good-bye dinner. I debated over going, and in talking to Mum she said I needed to do what was right for me. Another friend made the comment I would regret it, if I didn't go. So I decided to go. I left baby boy at home with his Nana and headed out. In the parking lot I was hit with, Oh by the way there is a Moon reunion this weekend, can we stop back by and get Baby boy, it will be 5 generations in the same room. Reluctantly I agreed. I know most of the people if not all of them, already had their preconcieved notions about me. Being Southerners they kept their mouth shut but let the disapproving eye loose. But I didn't go for them, I went for me and baby boy's sake. I would love to see the day I had 5 generations after me. I would love to be able to tell baby boy when he gets older that he saw his great-great grandmother. So after dinner we swung back by and picked up baby boy. Mum was dissappointed in my choice I guess. She has hardly said two words since we got back. Anyways, we stood quietly in a corner while a bunch of old confederate whiteys talked about the weather in Texas vs. Georgia and who had driven the most miles. We took a picture of the generations and I smiled, let them have their few polite words and said goodnight. Lovely evening, well it went alot smoother than I had thought it would and I'm still living. I can't control the bad judgements of others and I have to start being confident in the person I am sometime. I can honestly smile and be glad I went, if I hadn't I would have regretted it.