Since before I was born, my mother battled drugs. Even after my birth, she struggled with them. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and sometimes for more than one reason. Granted, that reason may not present itself when wanted, but eventually you’ll realize why something happened.
When I was little, I was shuffled around a lot and I could never understand why mommy was always gone or coming in late or why mommy had to stay in weird places called rehab. As I got older and became more mature, I realized what was going on. Even still, I didn’t understand why my mom would choose drugs over her girls. She always said that she loved us and would do anything in the world for us. Then why does she choose to go somewhere to get high instead of staying home with us?
Looking back, I now realize that it was all part of God’s plan. He was testing our entire family. I’ve always heard that good things come to those who wait. Well, we waited alright, and I’m glad. We pushed trough and now our family is stronger than ever. My mother is now a recovering drug addict.
None of us understood that good things would come out of her addiction. Me especially. If it hadn’t been for her instability, I wouldn’t have been raised by my aunt and uncle and I wouldn’t have the values and morals I do now. They are pastors and my faith wouldn’t be as strong if my mother hadn’t have sent me with them. I wouldn’t have been pushed to expose my musical abilities and talents if it hadn’t have been for her struggles. Our family is very close and tight-knit because we all worked together to help her overcome her battles. If it hadn’t have been for my mother, I wouldn’t have the amazing people I have relationships and friendships with.
I sometimes wish things would’ve been different. I wished that they didn’t happen the way they did. Then I think about all it’s done for me and I’m glad because I believe that everything happens for a reason.
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