I decided to use some of the time that I have here at home to organize some of my old photo books.
I have been writing notes and dates and names on the backs of the photos so that one day my kids will have context.
I’m also including the photos pictured above in one of our books. They represent times that my kids recognized, and also a version, or versions, of their mom who they have never known.
We don’t talk about her very often.
But I do try to use my life experiences and teachable moments to help my kids gain understanding.
I want them to understand the power of voicing and acknowledging their feelings- and also the destructive power of drugs, alcohol, and other substances– especially when they’re used as a pragmatic solution for escaping pain or avoiding difficulty.
I am their mom. All of me, past and present. I am proud of the person in those photos, but I am more thankful to be someone my boys can be proud of.
I can’t offer them perfection. All I have to give is love and a present mind.