It’s another Midwestern winter day. Snow. Poor visibility. Dangerous driving conditions. I was gearing up for the 45-minute drive to pick up my son when the phone rang this morning. It was the halfway house.
They were calling to apologize for a big goof up on their part. The bed they thought was available for our son today is not available, and the treatment center already gave away his bed to a new client. He’s without a bed tonight.
For myriad reasons, coming to our house is not a smart option. Neither is a night in a shelter. This is the proverbial pickle. We are waiting for the treatment center and halfway house to find a solution. Understandably, our son is feeling and expressing feelings of frustration, fear, concern, anger, bitterness, resentment. This is a real test for him.
Meanwhile, I’ve gone back about my day. I’m at the office. As the parent of a Young Addict, I am accustomed to these glitches. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. That’s addiction. In the early days, this might have sent me off the deep end; instead, I am calm and confident. I am letting go while being available to do my part. I am trusting that the right thing will happen and from this experience, we will be gifted another blessing of strength and resiliency.
As I briefly review this post prior to publishing, I realize it is full of cliches. I dislike cliches, but often these are the only thing that seem to accurately express addiction. Oh well, I will let go of wrinkling my nose at cliches!
Wishing all of you the best today. And if not the best of days, the best of dealing with the day.