My daughter, LeBoyfriend and LeBoyfriend's brother all have one year clean today.
All are working. All are attending The Crossing Church.
My daughter is impatient about having wheels. But this too, will come. She's trying to save her money, and her dad helpfully (?) reminded her she'd need insurance and that gas costs may keep the wheels parked in the driveway from time to time.
She is passing both classes she is taking at the community college. One with a C, one with a B. She has plans to take two courses next semester. One will be a business class, as she hopes to someday be the "office staff" behind LeBoyfriend's construction/driving company.
I'm not convinced she is taking her medication properly and I AM convinced it is not as effective as the one they initially sent her home with, from prison. LeBoyfriend has noticed and commented to her that there is a difference in her "edginess" but this seems to be slowly resolving. This comes under the heading of "not my business". So I won't move it into my hula hoop!
The needling from the Dad about the cigarettes continues. She ignores his comments, or answers calmly and then goes right out the door and up the street to smoke. He seems to be wearying of the efforts to engage her in that conflict. Yay!
We've been a party of four in this home again, for four months. It is a decision I do not regret. I treasure each moment that I have with her, seeing her interact with her sister and playing with her dog, driving her to work/parole/psych, going shopping with her on her payday for a new shirt for her datenight with LeBoyfriend. I am revelling in the beauty of having her in our lives, clean, sober and healthy. We have our not-so-pretty moments here, but I am amazed at how well this has gone, thus far.
She's not doing 'meetings' so to speak, except the one 12-step meeting at Lifelines every Friday night at the Crossing Church. The last Friday of the month, the year birthdays are celebrated. I'll be there with her sister, to see her take that chip at the end of this month.
I'll be the one with the box of Kleenex tucked under one arm. My emotionalism is still at an all time high, but I remain,
one very grateful,
Mom of a Beautiful Young Woman who just happens to suffer from the disease of Addiction.
Prayers for all our loved ones and their families continue!