The Drop Off

Each drop off sets me to reflecting on where we’ve been with our kiddo and where we’re heading … or where he’s heading. Last night was no different, and yet it’s as different as it’s ever been.

Let me take this blog post out of the ambiguous and into the specific, and let me catch you up on our family’s journey.

From the time our kids are little, we begin a series of drop offs. Perhaps it includes: Daycare. Preschool. A friend’s house for a sleepover. Camp. College.

Perhaps is the key idea. Perhaps it’s any of the usual, expected places. Perhaps it’s not.

In our case, it’s also included drop offs at treatment for substance use disorder. It’s also included drop offs to nowhere, when our son was homeless or sofa surfing. It’s included additional drop offs at treatment. It’s included drop offs at court for consequences related to use. It’s included drop offs at class and work when he’s had challenges with transportation. It’s included drop offs at his sober living facility.

With each drop off, I’ve embraced the time together catching up, getting a glimpse of where he is these days, and sensing where he’s headed. At 26 years old, he’s not a kid anymore and he’s not a stranger to the challenges of addiction and the possibilities of recovery.

Things are better today than they have been in quite awhile. He’s in recovery, living in a sober home, going to group, attending AA, taking a college class, working part time at a job he enjoys with a mission he embraces, he’s owning up to legal issues that cropped up through an unfortunate series of DUIs, and he’s thinking about his future.

But it’s still a long haul, and each drop off reminds me of the uncertainty ahead. I muster up all my natural positivity and gratitude to realize how far he’s come, how rough the road has been and how much smoother it is now, and yet how much of a road is still before him.

It’s his path. It’s his recovery. It’s his journey. I’m along for some of the ride, but not all of it, and with each ride I cherish our time together. I silently say the Serenity Prayer. And then, with each drop off, I do my best to encourage, to share my love, to hope, to believe.

Rose McKinney aka Midwestern Mama

®2018 Our Young Addicts

 

 

 

 

 

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