No mother ever dreams that her daughter’s gonna grow up to be a junkie…
Truer words have never been spoken.
Hell no. Sometimes it amazes me the way our dreams and hopes for our children have changed. I never wanted anything for mine except that they grow up to be independent, responsible adults with enough success in their chosen professions to allow them the ability to persue their hobbies and dreams. Even that, for my addict, seems so unreachable. For her, I now hope and pray that she can achieve (and want it enough to sustain it) sobriety with the help of her HP, and that her mental health issues can be managed to the point that she can live a sober life that she finds meaningful. If that requires assistance from the state or from me, no problem. A balanced mind, and a sober life (with the help of her HP as she understands Him) that she finds worthwhile and meaningful. Period. That’s my dream for her! Matters not to me if she is baking muffins (she worked in a cinnamon bun shop once and loved it), working in a drug treatment facility with teens (her voiced dream), or making beaded bracelets to sell, or scrubbing toilets…. whatever gives her satisfaction!
Funny…I commented on Barbara’s blog this morning about no longer having expectations for my son except health and happiness; and a content life. The expectations of who they would be when they grew up have become just part of the pain of having an addicted child.
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