I got a call from my son this morning as he was walking to catch his train on the way to work. It was my happy Mother's Day call. I love those calls where he so openly shares about what is going on in his life.
This was my second call from him this week. This is the boy who grew up with an actively using and drinking mother (and father). The first amends I made was to him (he was around 17)because of all the people in my life, I had caused him the most harm. All he asked is that I give his younger sister a different type of mom and upbringing. I've done my best to do that.
It's taken 7 years for us to get to this point. It took letting him go and at times we went many months and even a year or more without speaking. It took him getting in some trouble of his own and the two of us writing back and forth from jail for a few months. It took him setting boundaries with me, and me setting boundaries with him. It took what it took.
Through the gift of recovery though that 26 year old son of mine loves me and wants to talk to me. Twice in one week even. I can't think of a better Mothers Day gift than that.
Happy Mother's Day.