On May 2nd, my Mom celebrated 28 years of sobriety. Her recovery completely changed the dynamics in our family. In honor of this, I am re-posting an article I wrote in January (with a few revisions), called "The Gift." Congratulations, Mom...I'm proud of you!
My mom got sober when I was thirteen. She did it through
Alcoholics Anonymous. I can't say that I was excited. As a new teenager, the last thing I wanted to talk about was my mom's alcoholism or the fact that she was going to meetings.
I found it incredibly annoying that all of a sudden, I was inundated with "recovery" speak. I just wanted to be a normal kid. I didn't care about the terminology and quite frankly didn't want to hear about it. But for those of you out there who've had a family member new to AA, you know what happens....
....without warning and without even realizing it, your life becomes a twelve-step meeting.
It became my mother's hot topic of conversation. Her car seemed to grow bumper stickers that said things like "Let Go and Let God" and "One Day At A Time." The last thing I wanted was for her to advertise to the small town I grew up in that she was going to those notorious noon meetings at the local church. It was bad enough that my parents were getting a divorce and that my life felt like it was falling apart.
I abruptly entered my denial stage.
When friends asked about my mom I would roll my eyes, "She thinks she's an alcoholic, but she's not. I know, I was there." I spent my teenage years disregarding the fact that both of my parents drank way too much for a very long time. I knew what normal was to me and I didn't want things to change. I minimized what had happened in my family. I was scared and confused.
My vision of an alcoholic did not apply to my mom. She was a successful woman, not some drunk in the gutter. More than that, she was MY mother. She was NOT an alcoholic. And neither was my dad. It was all a huge mistake.