“This is my son.
At about a year old, I overdosed with him in my bed. Well, it was just a mattress on my living room floor.
At 2, he had to come visit me in jail. He beat against the glass screaming and crying for his mommy. He started biting his nails after that.
At 3, he witnessed me get hit in the head with a brick, and my head split open. He rode with me in the ambulance. It scared him really bad.
At 4, he was in a car wreck with me, one of my many DUI’s.
At 5, my mother had to raise him most of the time. I barely even came home.
At 6, I lost full custody, and I went to prison.
He is 12 today. He lives with me. He attends a private Christian school. He is on the honor roll. He gets prayed with every night and his mommy is there to wake him up for school every morning. I celebrate all of his accomplishments with him, and he celebrates every sober birthday with me. I tell him how much I love him every day. He’s so kind to the broken because we were once broken. He’s truly so special.
Thank you God for allowing me to be a mother to this sweet boy every day.
It’s the sweetest gift of my sobriety.”
Credit: Shay Walters
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