My last posts have been about the process of restoring my relationship with my son. The Holidays always seem to force us to move forward with relationships even if we are not quite ready. Mostly out the nostalgia of Christmas’ past. We all long for those fireplace lit, warm cozy, snow falling kind of picturesque moments during the holiday season. I’m no different.
I saw many pictures and posts on the social media pages I belong to showing off sons and daughters that were 2 weeks clean, 46 days clean, 90 days clean running up to Christmas Eve. I remember well counting every day and adding them to the “Clean Calendar” I was keeping for my son. Those days were important; they were part of the process of keeping myself sane along that part of the journey.
I stopped counting months ago, as much hope as I received during the clean days, I also endured just as much of a let down on the days that ended in relapse. I somehow came to the place where I knew recovery and relapse are all part of the same journey. And if I were to keep myself in the reality of the moment I had to except that both will be part of whole. Over the last year he’s had both. And though I have been elated for the one and devastated by the other, I have stopped counting completely.
I have no idea how many days he’s been clean to date. But what I do know is this…
the young man that I see before me as of late looks healthier then he has in years, speaks clearly, loves deeply, is fighting hard to regain all that he lost, is making every effort toward change; battling with his demons along the way as well as working hard to regain his trust with his family. Counting the clean days has lost its importance but what will remain important to me is the slow yet steady march he persists at to regain his life.
For 2014 I will not count days, but I will count on the hope of a regained life!