Last month, we received a call that we had waited a long time for. Our son was finally going to receive the help that he needed. He sounded so happy and hopeful when he told us the news. I couldn’t stop crying (happy tears) and shaking. Mike smiled with relief. We couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
Since he started treatment, our son’s life has improved drastically. He is planning his future. He is working full-time. He is healthy. He is back.
We always told our son that the greatest gift he could give us (and himself) is recovery. That is all we ever wanted because when your child is sick, nothing else matters. Today, we have that special gift and are so grateful.
This week, my son gave me another gift – a bouquet of flowers – that he hand-delivered to my office. I was moved to tears. While it is a joy for any mother to receive a thoughtful gift from her child, this bouquet was symbolic of so much more than his love (which is a blessing on its own). It represented hope. It represented his recovery. It represented the stability he's found in life. It represented his calm mind. It represented the money in his pocket that is not going on pills. It represented all that I have prayed for all these years – to have our son back.
Our son is still very early in his recovery and by no means out of the woods. If tomorrow brings bad news, we will deal with it. For now, though, we are embracing every minute of his success. In our house, we have learned to live one day at a time, and today is a very good day.