My Mother, My Accomplice

MY MOTHER, MY ACCOMPLICE: HOW KELSEY FOUND SOBRIETY AND LOVE

By Kelsey of Shakopee

Over the years I've heard many stories of fear and pain from mothers who have not always been the model parent to their children. [These women often ask,]

• Will my children ever forgive me?
• Will they ever speak to me again?
• Is it worth it to keep trying?
• Will they grow up to do the same as I've done?

The questions are endless and many times consume the mind, leaving women to question not only their efforts as parents but also who they are as people.

MY MOTHER, MY ACCOMPLICE

I myself am not a mother, but I am a daughter. My mom was far from a model parent. Growing up, she was absent more often than not.

During my teens, we started using drugs together. My mom became my accomplice, and I tried to get away with the world. During my nine years of addiction, we caused each other pain beyond what my words can explain.

FROM PAIN TO LOVE

Now things have changed. My mom and I have both found sobriety. We've taken the time to evaluate our lives and who we really are. What was once pain has turned to love. I've held on to hope of having the mom I've always wanted, and [God] has made it possible.

As a daughter, I have forgiven my mom because everybody deserves a second chance.

As a daughter, I have chosen to let the past be the past, and to look forward to a greater future.

As a daughter, I have a part [to play], too—my mom's daughter.

Sincerely,

Kelsey