Wouldn't have even been an option.
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Wouldn't have even been an option.
Thirty six weeks ago, had I received a Saturday 8:00 am text from my daughter saying "Mom, I'm really sick and really scared" I would have rolled over and tried to force myself back to sleep. Because I would have been hungover and sick myself and the guilt of not being able to be there for her would have ripped my heart out.
Yesterday, only because I was sober, I jumped on a plane and flew a thousand miles to comfort her. It happened so instinctively I really didn't even know how I had gotten here, until I was sitting looking at her precious face.
When I walked in to pick her up and take her to the hotel, she completely fell apart. I remember that feeling when I first started to become responsible for myself in college, and all the boundary fences were suddenly blown wide open and everything felt overwhelming and i just needed someone to hold me and make a damn decision for me.
So I fed her and watered her and snuggled with her and listened to her exciting stories. And I helped her cry out her frustrations and fears. And Ill mother and nurture her for another 36 hours until I get back on the plane and leave her once again to fly home.
While she was sleeping last night, her little hand would reach out to find me in the middle of the night. And then, an audible sigh of comfort.
Just like she used to do when she was 2.
And all of this is only because I'm sober.
Life. It's so beautiful.
XO AO
Yesterday, only because I was sober, I jumped on a plane and flew a thousand miles to comfort her. It happened so instinctively I really didn't even know how I had gotten here, until I was sitting looking at her precious face.
When I walked in to pick her up and take her to the hotel, she completely fell apart. I remember that feeling when I first started to become responsible for myself in college, and all the boundary fences were suddenly blown wide open and everything felt overwhelming and i just needed someone to hold me and make a damn decision for me.
So I fed her and watered her and snuggled with her and listened to her exciting stories. And I helped her cry out her frustrations and fears. And Ill mother and nurture her for another 36 hours until I get back on the plane and leave her once again to fly home.
While she was sleeping last night, her little hand would reach out to find me in the middle of the night. And then, an audible sigh of comfort.
Just like she used to do when she was 2.
And all of this is only because I'm sober.
Life. It's so beautiful.
XO AO
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AO-
Thank you so much for the beautiful post. I know exactly what you mean by that little hand reaching for you in the night- and reading your experience here brought tears to my eyes.
Congratulations on your sober time, and for being there for your daughter.
Thank you so much for the beautiful post. I know exactly what you mean by that little hand reaching for you in the night- and reading your experience here brought tears to my eyes.
Congratulations on your sober time, and for being there for your daughter.
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