On Wednesday my daughter texted me at 7:25:
“Call me when you can”
Is there a worse phrase a Mother can see? I immediately called her and said
“Nothing… I mean… V died.”
V was a boy she knew since Kindergarten. V was a boy who came to my daughter’s early elementary birthday parties. V was on the same soccer team as my daughter. V was really smart and whenever they were in class together, they ended up as partners.
V was a highly intelligent, sweet kid with involved parents who cared and loved him. And yet we all saw this coming from a mile away.
Risk drew him in like a magnet. Trouble with authority. Skipping school. Drugs and alcohol from an early age.
I’m a little bit devastated. The past few years I would hear of something he had done, and I kept thinking, he’s a smart kid. He’ll figure it all out…
But he didn’t.
So I’m about to get on my soapbox:
Let’s stop washing away things by using drugs and alcohol.
While some can have a drink or partake minimally in drug use after a tough day, many can’t. Substance abuse is very very real- and we can blame and sue some drug companies, but really, that’s just a bandaid…
Drug and alcohol use to a certain extent is a bandaid. We think it will make us feel better…but does it?
Let’s stop fighting about words and books and who is right and who is wrong.
Let’s start trying to heal our kids and ourselves from the demons that take us over from the inside.
We worry about what the future will hold for our kids. I just worry that most kids won’t be around to see a future.
Stop treating drugs as some sort of rite of passage, or something that kids just do.
Having to bury your 20 year old because they OD’ed is not a rite of passage…it is every parents worst nightmare.