To my momma friends....
I See You
I see you running your child to AA and NA meetings when your friends are running their kids to jobs or college placement testing.
I see you slipping out of the conversation when your friends are all chiming in about milestones and college acceptance letters.
I see you constantly juggling out-patient meetings and court dates.
I see you sitting at your computer for hours desperately researching addiction and treatment options.
I see you cringe when people whine about what feels like petty things.
I see you debating whether you should pull out of your retirement *again* to pay for another round of treatment.
I see you spread thin but still going the extra mile for your other family members because the guilt eats at you that they get so little of your attention.
I see you yet again not taking a much needed vacation for fear of what might happen while you're gone.
I see you digging for depths of strength you never dreamed you had.
I see you showing appreciation to the judges, therapists and medical professionals who serve your child with compassion and understanding.
I see you rising early in the morning to do it all again after another chaotic night.
I see you when youre hanging on to the end of your rope for dear life.
I know you feel invisible, like nobody notices any of it. But I want you to know I notice you. I see you relentlessly pushing onward. I see you keep choosing to do everything in your power to give your child the best possible care.
What youre doing matters. Its worth it.
On those days when you wonder if you can do it another minute, I want you to know I see you. I want you to know youre beautiful. I want you to know its worth it. I want you to know you arent alone. I want you to know love is what matters most, and you have that nailed.
And on those days when you have breakthroughs, those times when the hard work pays off and success is yours to cherish, I see you then too, and I am proud of you.
Whichever day today is, youre worthy, youre good and I see you.
Monica Weidert adapted this from Alethea Mshar's poem.
How beautiful. I really needed that right now. Thanks
Lynn
Lynn
Thank you!
Thank you!
