Watching In Wonder

Yesterday was my mother's birthday. In our family birthdays are important. Or maybe we just use any excuse to get together and eat. No matter, we always have fun.

In the past any holiday, birthday, or big get together seemed to be an occasion for our son to get high and ruin the festivities. More than once he or his friends had made complete asses of themselves to the point they were either asked to leave or they left because it was so uncomfortable.

Last night was DIFFERENT. We met at a nice little local restaurant. Our son went with us. our daughter came and brought the grand baby. Our son was NORMAL. He carried on normal conversations, there was no "up and down", no fidgeting, no loud talking, nothing like when he is high. In fact our daughter felt OK enough to actually bring the grand baby to our house for cake and ice cream after dinner. That was something she was not going to do. Her plan was to eat at the restaurant but not come over for cake and ice cream.

During cake and ice cream we had a house full of people. He sat down on the floor with his sisters and cousins. He talked normally and everyone else talked to him.

THIS IS THE CHILD WE RAISED! After everyone left he told his mother that everyone seemed to be moving on, college, marriage, moving into homes, he recognized he was behind and seemed to sincerely have an interest in moving forward himself.

He was suppose to go for an interview for an Oxford House last night but he had no one to take him but one of his drug buddies. He cancelled the interview and it is re-scheduled for tonight when I can take him.