Christmas Aftermath


This was my first Christmas with a recovering alcoholic family member- who I suspected was an alcoholic all along.

This was my first Christmas spent alongside a mother who loves her children but has lost all control of them. A mother who is desperate, lonely, and making so many baffling wrong choices.

She’s not the recovering alcoholic who is in treatment. She’s struggling anyway.

I’m the supportive family member who everyone does think has it all together.

I do not.

Currently, I’m drinking a scotch while I write this from my phone. My family sleeps. I’m exhausted, but here I sit.

1reason2write. Flaws. Human nature. We are all a mess. All of us. Every single one of us.

Tonight I’m thankful for a new beginning.

Christmas is the story of a beautiful birth amidst the ugliness of the world- traveling to be counted in the census, donkey rides while pregnant, smelly mangers. It’s all so messy and difficult.

But the birth happens anyway.

New life.

The aftermath of Christmas is miraculous. It’s a new beginning.



Ten Lessons from My Six Month Old

1.  Get enough sleep.  Napping is a good thing.

2.  Eat when you’re hungry.  Don’t when you’re not.

3.  When you gotta go, you gotta go….

4.  An upset tummy is nothing to be ashamed of.

5.  Sometimes a burp feels really good.

6.  Smile.  It will make everyone around you happier.

7.  Take time to observe the world.  It’s an amazing place.

8.  Feeling safe and cozy is important.

9.  If you’re not getting enough attention and love, cry out for more.

10.  The most important people in your life are your family.  Love each other often.

My six month old is now five years old, but what she taught me then holds true today.   So glad I stumbled upon this.  I think now I’ll go nap…