ADDICTION-WHERE WERE THE PARENTS?!
I see the comment so often when it comes to addiction. “Where were the parents?”. That
REALLY infuriates me. It adds to the stigma that is already present and a big reason
why so many families keep the struggle to themselves. We feel judged, people cast
downward glances, unsure of what to say.
Where was I? When you were born, I stayed up all night long, feeding you, changing
your diaper, reading the latest books on parenting. I rocked you to sleep singing lullabies,
holding your little body close to me.
Where was I? When you were 5, I helped you learn how to ride your bike without
training wheels. Memories are flooding in of running down the driveway, holding on to
the seat of your bike, while you laughed like crazy with joy.
Where was I? When you were in the 2nd grade, I taught your catechism class and
watched with pride while you made your 1st Holy Communion, surrounded by the love of
family and friends.
Where was I? When you lost your teeth, I was the tooth fairy, sneaking money under
your pillow while you slept, and ran into your bedroom in the morning, as I couldn’t wait
to see the smile on your face when you discovered it.
Where was I? When the thunderstorms came, you were scared and we snuggled under
the covers, while I rubbed your back to ease your fear.
Where was I? When you were involved in sports, I came to every game, cheering for you
at the top of my lungs and going out for the celebratory ice cream after.
Where was I? When you were 16, we had a code word “Bible” that you could text me at
any time, if you were in a situation you were uncomfortable with, and I would pick you up,
no questions asked.
Where was I? When you were 17, I rushed to the ER when I got a call that you had
flipped your truck, with a very high level of xanax in your system. I didn’t understand how
this happened and we got you into therapy right away, hoping we could “nip this in the
Where was I? Frantically driving arou