Friday, October 26, 2007

Tomorrow

Tomorrow afternoon, following my youngest son's flag football game and end-of-season pizza party, I will embark on a 4 hour journey with my eldest son to take him to inpatient drug and alcohol treatment. This is a journey I took with my father almost exactly 16 years ago. A journey that I thought would end with my son in my arms. Maybe I've already told that story.

I am ecstatic to report that my son is not a father (wow, that sounded like Maury Povich), and I am not a grandmother (whew!) so I don't think as much hangs in the balance with this situation. However, my husband has made it painfully clear that he cannot live with us if he continues to blow every responsibility off in order to get stoned. I understand his reasoning and I agree with him.

Wish me luck for tomorrow and the following two-day orientation. I'll be home Monday night.

4 comments:

Iris said...

Just remember that you rock! You are really a gift to him right now even if it doesn't feel like it. That picture of your three beauties on the blog says it all--you can see the love in them. Good luck, we're thinking of you!

addie said...

I'm sending you some retroactive good vibes for the weekend.

I hope it all went well...

clara said...

I have been thinking about you too. I am wishing for healing for your son.

Midwife-to-be said...

You are a very strong woman. I admire your courage, and I will have you both in my thoughts. Decisions made out of love for your child can be the hardest to make, especailly when you know they may not understand your sacrifice. Know you are doing what is best for him and if you nedd anything, don't hesitate to let me know. Love and miss you.