“Hey Mama, Happy Easter!” I love this kid he always calls me on the holidays. Never collect even if he has to beg on the street for the money. I tell him it is OK but he won’t.
“Did they give you special permission to call because it is Easter?” Rehab won’t let him call or write until 3 months in. They did not make an exception this time.
“It will be OK Mama, I’ll stay sober this time!” With a silent tear and prayer we talk about life and love. Past joys and sorrows, who is doing what, what is the same and who is different.
“Mama, can I still come out for the wedding?” I love my kid. I don’t know if he will ever know how much. He didn’t need to ask, it is his brother’s wedding. We are family.
“Bye Mama, It will all work out!” Oh Sunshine, one day at a time. Mama…one day at a time.
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What a great Mama you are. It is hard for children to believe that we are always in love with them, but your post shows how accepting and loving you are xx
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