Today’s Post is Today’s Miracle!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer
yourself in any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know
what you know.
You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
I think it safe to say that all parents want better for their children than they had for themselves in all areas of life… economically, socially, spiritually, intellectually. If you are a parent who happens to be a recovering addict, you have an additional set of worries, and, if you are like me, you can obsess over what you perceive as red flags. For example, if your 10-year old son makes too many jokes about beer, you worry that he is thinking about alcohol at too young of an age, and so therefore he must be an alcoholic. Or if you find Halloween candy in the room of your 12-year old (yes, I did say Halloween, and yes, it is April 2nd), you worry that if she is hiding candy then surely she is on her way to hiding alcohol or drugs.
This is exaggerated, sort of…
So, anyway, back to today’s miracle. I glanced down at my daughter’s painted fingernails this morning, and there appeared to be writing on them. I asked her what the letters represented, and she told me the initials of all the boys in the band One Direction. My husband tried hard not to roll his eyes (with little success), and I complimented her on the artwork (it actually looked professional, I am seriously impressed). Now, I am not trying to pat myself on the back here, but of her two parents, I am definitely the more tolerant of her new pre-teen attitude and sensibilities. Mainly because I was once a 12-year old girl, and I vaguely recall the drama and angst that goes along with that time in a girl’s life (for me, at her exact age, there were no boy bands, just Rick Springfield, but there we teeny boppers lucked out… he was on the radio AND on the television, as Dr. Noah Drake on General Hospital).
But here’s where I get really excited. As much as I loved Rick, I was never as outwardly expressive of my love as my daughter is for her crush. She has such self-confidence, such a lack of inhibition, and such a love of life, she has no qualms about expressing her emotions, whether it is on her fingernails, or hugging me and telling me she loves me. And I’m telling you, never in my life have I had such a sense of self, or such freedom of expression. It sounds corny, but it warms my heart to know that she is totally free to be herself.
Last week we were having a semi-serious conversation about anorexia, and how that disease can be almost contagious within a group of girl friends. When I told her my experience with the way the disease can spread (I used to work in residence life at a college), she scoffed at my examples. “Mommy, that would never happen to me,” she proclaimed. “As long as I think I am pretty, and I do, then it does not matter to me what anyone else thinks.”
Now, seriously, that those words came out of a child of mine, is that a miracle, or what?
Posted on April 2, 2013, in Parenting and tagged Addiction, family, General Hospital, Home, Jessie's Girl, Mommy, Noah Drake, Recovery, Rick Springfield, Seuss, Sobriety. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.