Love is not found in boxed chocolates tied up with a silk bow.
Love is not found in a Facebook post with lovey-dovey pictures.
Love IS found in the quick breathe of a Mom who looks at her phone and sees the number of her child calling.
Love IS found with the expelled breathe of relief when the door to the treatment center or bus door closes with her child behind it.
Love IS found in the fallen tears on the pillow, alone, in the dark.
Love is seen when a mom looks into her hurting childs eyes as he lashes out at anyone who dares get between him and his master.
This life, this journey. We didn’t request to be in the club. But when we first laid eyes on the child, along with all the hopes and dreams to come; we unknowingly accepted the disappointments and pain that would surely come also.
The first time our child came home crying because someone was mean to them, we felt the fierceness rise inside us.
We knew instantly we would fight for our child’s heart. We knew we would do anything to soothe their pain.
Now they seem so far away. We can’t save them. We can’t bridge that gap to cauterize their bleeding heart. If we could, we would.
God knows we try. We try bandaid after bandaid.
It doesn’t work. The hemorrhage continues. It filters through loved one’s lives and relationships like hot lava flowing from a huge volcano.
We wonder when it will stop. How deep is that hole?
No one truly knows. So we forge through the pain.
Thinking we can’t go on.
But we will.
Because of that momma bond. Unbroken. Unseared. We will go on. And even if we can’t fix this boo boo. We can still love.
We love DESPITE the pain. We love THROUGH the pain. We love because we are Mother’s.
We carry love from the pre-mortal existence before earth and we carry it through the galaxies into the afterlife.
Not time, nor space can douse a Mother’s Love.
Throughout centuries and worlds of hardships- nothing has stopped a Mother’s Love.
Beware, of the Mother’s Love.
It can crush unimaginable barricades. Move mountains to plains. Change hearts to Gold. Make a meal out of nothing. Sew a complete fictional character out of strips of cloth.
This war might think it has been won. The victory flag being raised by the devil himself.
But he doesn’t and never will….. Know the strength of a Mother’s Love.
For all those who see the purple banners during overdose awareness month or see the videos of people with substance abuse disorders passed out and you scroll on by thinking, “I’m sure glad that doesn’t affect me, I’m glad I taught my kids better” or “someone should have gotten them some help”.
I applaud you.
I truly do.
I am so glad that you have never had to watch your beautiful child turn into someone you didn’t know.
I’m so glad you’ve never had a call from the inmate phone system asking if you’ll accept the charges.
I’m soooo glad you’ve never had the experience of watching your 28-year-old, 240 lb son thrash around in the back seat sweating, then freezing, begging his own mother to please take him to get drugs to stop this sickness, as you’re trying to take him to rehab.
I’m sooo glad you’ve never had to see a dad in a restaurant with his kids & have your heart ache so deeply that your son isn’t with his kids, that you go out to your car and burst into tears.
I’m so glad you don’t have to sit down at a delicious meal & feel a twinge of guilt knowing your child hasn’t eaten for days & wondering where he even is.
I’m so glad you’ve never had to see your precious grandkids celebrate a birthday & not knowing the words to tell them that their dad has a progressive illness that teaches him lies that he doesn’t have to be a dad & that’s it’s NOT because they are not worthy of love.
The innocent victims of substance abuse disorder
I’m glad that you would never tell a dying lung cancer patient that they shouldn’t have started smoking, and they should just get over this pesky illness that’s inconvenienced everyone and just get a job!
I truly am. Because I wouldn’t wish this nightmare on anyone.
I would never want anyone to lay awake at night, unable to stop the tears, wondering what they could have done differently.
I’m very glad you haven’t ever got THE CALL.
I’m very glad that you taught your kids to make better choices, & that you’ve never broken the speed limit or took a drink, or had something so traumatic in your life that you just needed to get through the pain for a minute… And if you did, luckily you were able to stop or walk away with any devastating effects.
Great genes, or coping skills!
What about helping teach those to others?
Obedience to all the laws and principles is great and admirable and yes it does make for a safer and all- be- it more productive life.(I mean who doesn’t want to be perfect) but not if it makes us look down on others who-for whatever reason didn’t go down that ←→ path.
This problem IS everyone’s problem.
Addiction affects every aspect of society, whether directly or indirectly. From the homeless to the prisons to the overwhelmed court system with possession charges taking up so much time. Stringing people through the system costs taxpayers almost $100 k per inmate.
I don't want one more parent to have to bury a child due to drugs or alcohol, but the only way that's going to happen is if we ALL take on this epidemic as our problem, & truly make an effort get rid of judgements and stigmas which bring MORE SHAME to all involved.
Shame and embarrassment are keeping people from seeking treatment.
We need to create practical affordable solutions for all- while eliminating the waste & fraud in treatment.
Even if that means opening our mind up to alternative treatments such as Harm reduction.
The death rate is frightening and it IS AN EPIdemic as it affects the core of the family structure, jobs, crime, the jail system, and little kids who grow up with the stigma of a parent in jail or who has died.
If you don’t have any idea how to help, how about start with the words we use, such as junkie, tweaker & worthless. These are shaming and hurtful to the families & children of addicts. And don’t forgot, under that hardened core of a dysfunctional chaotic addict, is a person in pain with zero healthy coping skills. The least we can do is not to add to it.
Or what about not arguing about insulin needing to be free. Maintenance meds are not usually free to anyone, but AED paddles and Narcan to revive-not treat, are free to EMTS.
Other people in pain aren’t the enemy.
It’s going to take all hands on deck to help stop this nightmare, just like the virus grabbed everyone attention. This epidemic existed long before that and will continue after. Most of the typical solutions are not working anymore, and needs to be revamped with new attitudes and ideas. These ideas must start with compassion not disgust. Not sarcastic answers and opinions on why they started.
Please offer your compassion and time. Even if you don’t understand how it progresses to such a dysfunction of incarceration or homelessness, you can still give HOPE to a suffering addict or a kind word to the family of a person with a substance use disorder.
You can give that struggling person on the corner, a $5 McDonald’s card to let him know that -yes someone does give a damn- today…
