tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post728001283218939412..comments2023-08-12T09:35:34.943-04:00Comments on Oh for the love of...me: A Step Five AdmissionSoberMomWriteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845259535764391849noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-89070027582067072562012-09-23T18:56:39.625-04:002012-09-23T18:56:39.625-04:00Someone once said, or maybe said it a million time...Someone once said, or maybe said it a million times, that in order to face the music, one must listen to the entire song....so proud of your accomplishments....keep listening, you are doing a spectacular job...Love you, baby!!!elmohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10245933883115491085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-11082129734002149492012-09-20T03:51:39.917-04:002012-09-20T03:51:39.917-04:00Tough confessions. Hang on for Step 9! ;-)
I ha...Tough confessions. Hang on for Step 9! ;-)<br /><br />I had to have a couple of cracks at 4 and 5. Basically it took me a while to get two things in there that are vital... "exact nature of our wrongs" - like you say that is the ugly bits of me I don't ever want to expose. The nasty little drivers - the jealousy, the pride etc. etc.<br /><br />Then "to ourselves"... hmm suddenly I realised the true nature of the phrase "rigorous honesty" at the beginning of Chapter 5. That was tough - tougher than to another human being frankly.<br /><br />Given what you've shared here you are already on the right road here...<br /><br /><br />Now not to alarm you as the time will come when the time comes but "Made direct amends"... my daughter was 8 when I stopped and is now approaching 17. In the last year I finally was presented with an opportunity to talk ... and all the stuff about when I simply could barely read the nightime story to her - missed so many things of her growing up - I may have physically been there but I wasn't emotionally at all. She then calmly told me how she used to look herself in the bathroom, shaking and scared as I raged about in another drunken attack against the world. These things don't get me sober, they aren't the reason I got sober sadly I did that for me, which is the only way it worked for me... however now I'm here and I know about how my behaviour hurt others and me it is a strong incentive to stay on this path...<br /><br />Thank you - really got me thinking the right thoughts today this postFurtheronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11903753972242964410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-75447232047572766102012-09-20T03:47:06.745-04:002012-09-20T03:47:06.745-04:00O lordy, my blood runs cold at the prospect of hav...O lordy, my blood runs cold at the prospect of having to admit the exact nature of all my wrongs . . . one day, to another (hopefully very open-minded, understanding) human being. Eeeek. <br />Shit, moving on fast . . .<br />I hope he gets better real soon Sherry, it is so worrying when they are really ill. Love and prayers x x xbugerlugs63https://www.blogger.com/profile/08598249255143939365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-4840944485321947632012-09-20T00:19:34.850-04:002012-09-20T00:19:34.850-04:00Oh my gracious. You are not alone. I used to count...Oh my gracious. You are not alone. I used to count to a hundred when my little boy would nap. It was a ritual so I could sprint 2 long blocks to the liquor store for my booze, leaving him alone. <br />You were a sick mommy, and it sounds like you covered his needs in spite of your illness.<br />I/We can be your "another human being."<br /><br />Namaste to you too!Catherinehttp://www.qualifiednightsweatsofanaddict.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-15405101093378257292012-09-19T22:47:00.063-04:002012-09-19T22:47:00.063-04:00Pretty sure I'm real too - ha, Velveteen Rabbi...Pretty sure I'm real too - ha, Velveteen Rabbit "real" !!<br /><br />Good work my fellow mom. Recovery work is a process. We don't get to confess one time and later down the tracks when we remember another shortcoming say, "whew, glad I already had my hour of confesseion" - no, we need to put it out there right away and be forgiven, redeemed in the knowledge we're traveling completely different paths today - by the grace of God.<br /><br />Darn you, though. You just made me recall a memory of when my son was five or six. A neighbor mom and I used to crack open a case of coors friday afternoons. Though by the end of summer, we were opening that case by 10 am. We would drink in the garage (some stupid MN thing - don't ask) .. well, my son would come out every twenty minutes or so and try to take the beer out of my hand. He would then try to tip it over with a toy. We would get so mad at him and my friend (?) would speak unkindly toward him - I don't recall specifically, but I am sure it was something like, "you little shit, knock it off" - and while I never spoke this way to my kids, I know I did not step in instructing her not to. Wow,, how betrayed he must have felt. Yuck, that makes me sick, really. <br /><br />He is a film student at Biola College in CA - very talented, gifted, really in film. I will be writing him first thing in the morning asking his forgiveness for this. What a horrific mom I was that summer . . . <br />Thank you Sherry,<br />Praying for your son's quick recovery - so sorry he is illdawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15089788992642824340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-35085837741513452172012-09-19T19:52:51.545-04:002012-09-19T19:52:51.545-04:00We're real, too real sometimes. And way too hu...We're real, too real sometimes. And way too human. You are forgiven, friend, and admired for the strength and judgment you showed in staying sober when your child needed you.Kary Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12674442468925628974noreply@blogger.com