The call came in late afternoon on New Year’s Eve My husband and I were donning warm coats for a walk into town to enjoy fireworks. The counselor had my son in his car. “Lisa,” he said, “your son needs detox. Badly” He put Jacob on the line. I could barely hear him. This was …
Talk less. Listen more. Recently this adage came up at a meeting of parents whose sons and daughters suffer with addiction. Heads nodded. Yes, we all were guilty. We spoke too much, listened too little. And we were quick to judge. There was a time when Jacob neither spoke nor listened. At first, I thought …
It sounds so simple. There’s a line in addiction literature that says, if one person in the family gets better, chances improve for the others. When I began to attend Al-Anon meetings years ago, I went alone. It took courage to walk into that church the first time on a stormy Sunday night. After a …
I remember the first time I heard it. It is okay to glance back at your past. Just don’t stare. More than a decade after my son’s recovery, I sometimes look back at the years living with his active addiction, especially when a newcomer attends an Al-Anon meeting. Although I don’t stare, it is easy …
Like most parents, we tried to raise our children with certain values. Among the top was service to others. As the English-born poet W.H. Auden said, “We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don’t know.” Our daughter grew up watching us volunteer. She witnessed …
If you haven’t experienced it yet, you are fortunate. And probably in the minority. Recently, it happened to me again. A friend whose son had abused drugs most of his life suddenly lost his battle to overdose. Every day in America some 100 people die from overdose. Somewhere a mom or dad faces the unimaginable. …
When my son was new to recovery – as was I – two conversations stand out One we had. One we didn’t. It was his first year in recovery. After five months in a South Florida sober living house, he had moved to an apartment with a young man also facing his first year. They …
My son and daughter hate how I pepper them with questions. Whether it’s the journalist in me or just overanxious mothering, I have so much to ask them. Always. They just roll their eyes – there goes Mom again – and balk. When Jacob entered his senior year in high school, my habit got worse. …
I still hear it. A mother or father whose child is abusing drugs or alcohol, locked away in a basement bedroom at home, is terrified lest anyone find out. Maybe they will share it with a counselor or a physician. But never to a relative or friend, and certainly not to a neighbor. What if …
Recently our family gathered in New Hampshire for a two-week vacation. Whenever we are together, there is typically lots of laughter. It’s probably genetic. My parents had a keen sense of humor. So does my brother. When we both married funny and smart-witted spouses, my father’s only lament was “I didn’t get a straight-man.” Fast …