I’ve never reblogged anything before, but this piece is by a good friend and fellow writer who just “came out” as the mother of an addict. It is brave, heartfelt, and succinctly expressed. Please pass it on.
Have you ever said these words?
I’ll never do that. I’m not like them.
Or maybe you’ve said these words to your kids:
Over my dead body! Like hell you will! I don’t care if EVERYONE ELSE is doing _____ or going _______, you’re not– you’re NOT LIKE THEM!
Oh these bitter words, how I’ve eaten them, choked on them, and even had my share of second helpings.
I used to think if I was a good enough mother, a “good enough” Christian (not possible) or worked hard enough, my kids would turn out A-OK! I did it all: work, raised my kids, did a zillion activitities that were a testimony as to how I was involved. You see, I was like you. I cared. Oh, how I cared.
I prayed over them. I loved them. I discussed right and wrong with them. I gave them freedom to make their…
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