This is my son.
When he was just a year old, I overdosed with him beside me on nothing more than a mattress on the floor.
At 2, he visited me in jail. He pounded on the glass, crying for his mommy, and after that, he started biting his nails.
At 3, he saw me get hit in the head with a brick and rode with me in the ambulance, terrified.
At 4, he was in the car with me during one of my many DUIs.
At 5, my mom raised him most of the time because I rarely came home.
At 6, I lost custody and went to prison.
But today, he is 12.
And today, he lives with me. He goes to a private Christian school. He’s on the honor roll. I wake him up every morning for school, and we pray together every night. We celebrate his accomplishments, and he celebrates every sober birthday with me.
I tell him I love him every single day. His compassion for the broken comes from the brokenness we once shared. He is truly remarkable.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to be his mother every day. Sobriety gave me this gift — the sweetest gift of my life. ❤️
Credit: Shay Walters-From Prison to Purpose
