{"id":605,"date":"2015-05-10T12:21:27","date_gmt":"2015-05-10T04:21:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bridgesofhopeblog.wordpress.com\/?p=605"},"modified":"2015-05-10T12:21:27","modified_gmt":"2015-05-10T04:21:27","slug":"i-am-the-mother-of-an-addict-a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/i-am-the-mother-of-an-addict-a-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"I am the Mother of an Addict&#8211;A Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is Mother&#8217;s Day and many mothers may spend today worried about their child, who are (or they suspect to be) struggling with alcoholism or substance abuse. Being a mother to an addicted son or daughter requires a whole new level of strength, patience, sacrifice, and love.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-606\" src=\"https:\/\/bridgesofhopeblog.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/05\/motherhood-in-a-choice-you-make-everyday-to-put-someone-elses-happiness-and-well-being-ahead-of-your-own-mother-quote.jpg\" alt=\"motherhood-in-a-choice-you-make-everyday-to-put-someone-elses-happiness-and-well-being-ahead-of-your-own-mother-quote\" width=\"660\" height=\"691\" \/><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Not many can understand this, unless you have been in their shoes. The poem below may give mothers some hope and empowerment for their children, as well as open people&#8217;s eyes&#8211;and hearts&#8211;about what it feels to be a mother to an addicted child.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>This is not like being the mother of a child with cancer, diabetes or aids<\/em><br \/>\n<em>This is not like being the mother of a child who is serving with honor in a foreign land<\/em><br \/>\n<em>This is not like being the mother of a child who lives no more and is mourned by all<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There are no marathons or fund raisers for this disease, no sweet girls selling cookies<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There are no flags flying, or bumper stickers to proudly acknowledge my child&#8217;s deeds<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There are only tears and silent screams, dread of what the next knock or phone call brings<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I see my child and I am not glad, for though I ache to save my child, with relief I let them go<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I see my child with fear and suspicion, as I hear all they say and I can but endlessly hope<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I see my child and wonder will I ever know them again, hold them again, see them again<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They say it is not my fault, that I did nothing wrong, there&#8217;s little I can do<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They say it is not my child&#8217;s fault, just a disease of disgrace, with no pity, no cure<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They say be strong, but my life stands still and my friends and relatives move on<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict <\/em><br \/>\n<em>I watch the rest of my family suffer with sorrow and pain through the addiction<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I watch the evening news and cringe as another mothers addict child is arrested and called scum<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I watch a young man beg for change, for food and know he could be my own<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict <\/em><br \/>\n<em>I remember the smiles and look at pictures of my sweet little child <\/em><br \/>\n<em>I remember the hugs, and kisses, the scrapped knees, the soccer games <\/em><br \/>\n<em>I remember their plans, their goals, their hopes and dreams<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict <\/em><br \/>\n<em>I look for my child to come home, to call, and so I do not sleep<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I look for my child to find the strength to battle this terrible disease <\/em><br \/>\n<em>I look for solace, for help, for a cure and I grasp at what straws of promise I can<\/em><\/h5>\n<h5><em>I am the Mother of an Addict <\/em><br \/>\n<em>And I hope, in endless hope for a future free from drugs <\/em><br \/>\n<em>And I hope in restless sleep of a way out of this nightmare <\/em><br \/>\n<em>And I hope, and I pray, and I cry, and I plead, but forever I love my child.<\/em><\/h5>\n<p><em>by DFDWilkins (author of Styrofoam Cup) from <a title=\"The Addict's Mom Facebook Page\" href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/addictsmom\/posts\/563395323698041\" target=\"_blank\">The Addict&#8217;s Mom Facebook Page<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Please feel free to share with us in the comments section your stories and how you are able to cope \u00a0with (or overcome) your child&#8217;s addiction. This will serve as inspiration to many others who are struggling with the same thing. Any thoughts and questions will also be welcome.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\">If you feel like you need help with your son or daughter, or if you have any\u00a0inquiries, please don&#8217;t hesitate to call or text us:\u00a0<strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<h2 class=\"widget-title\" style=\"text-align:center;\">+63 915 645 2703 \/ +63 917 509 8826<\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is Mother&#8217;s Day and many mothers may spend today worried about their child, who are (or they suspect to&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/i-am-the-mother-of-an-addict-a-poem\/\">[&hellip;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":606,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[6,50,45],"tags":[54,3,49,28,132,84,56,83,24,7,30,133,91,117,25,13,14,15,16],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=605"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/606"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bridgesofhope.com.ph\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}