If someone asked me that when my kids entered their teen years, I would flat out have said,
Of course my kids don’t do drugs. I raised them better than that.
I home educated all but one of my kids all the way from kindergarten through graduating High School, just one son attended four years at the local high school. We were a family immersed in church life and Christian summer camps and family camps filled many vacations. We were a close family and I knew my kids knew right from wrong and smart from stupid.
And, yes, I believe they did know all we taught them, even as more than one of them succumbed to using drugs and drinking.
Life challenges leading to desire for escape…
All these things played a part into the experimenting and dabbling with things my kids knew they should not have even touched.
So, I ask again, are you sure your kid isn’t using drugs?
I ask, because today is NATIONAL OVERDOSE AWARENESS DAY.
I ask, because one of my dear young sons overdosed three and half years ago at the age of 19.
Before that, I never knew National Overdose Awareness Day even existed.
Please don’t think it can’t happen to your family. I thought the same and the devastation of my sons death blew me away and woke me to a reality that is continuing to devastate so many families in our culture right now.
It wasn’t a sudden thing; it was a slow thing. It began with curiosity mixed with peer pressure. I know for a fact that the drinking began within the church youth friendship group. I know for a fact, the drugs were introduced on the sports teams my kids played on at the public High School.
The problem was, that for many teens, it was just an experimentation and dabbling for the sake of fun; everyone tries something in their teens, right? The kids my kids tried things with, for the most part, had no long lasting issues remain. Even among my own kids, most of them had no lingering issues.
But the problem was, for my son Caleb, it affected him differently because he had a predisposition for addiction. And he was caught by the beast of addiction slowly but surely and by the time he was in over his head, we, his parents were just beginning to be aware of his using and even still we were in denial. We knew too little, too late, because we were so unaware of what to look for or that it could happen to our family.
Again, are you sure your kid isn’t using drugs?
If you have the slightest inkling, do not deny it.
If your kid has slacked off school, or chores, or hygiene, or cooperation, or conversation, or become moody…
If you have found plastic baggies, or burnt spoons, or empty straw-like insides of pens, or bottle caps, or odd shaped glass pipes, or unidentifiable pills, or small propane lighters…
Talk to your kid, talk to a professional, call your local DART program at the police station, or call your local Recovery Center for help and advice.
Be sure. Be wise. Be proactive.
Because if your kid is caught by the beast of addiction, he or she needs your help and needs it fast.
My heart forever aches.
I share with you today, this post, because I wish for no other momma to ache in their heart like I do.