Dear Mamma

I just want my children to be happy and healthy.
Not to suffer, get hurt, or get sick.
When they were little,
 I could fix everything with a hug, or a kiss,

All the Booboos would be healed
 laughter would fill the room..
My angels…

Now, they are older,
sometimes a hug will be ok,
they dont want me to kiss their booboos,
Although I would,
if it meant it would heal them.
Maybe just the sound of my voice,
a giggle or a song.

When it comes to addiction,
 I cant kiss it better..
although that would be amazing.

I cant hug his brokenness or fill his emptiness yomake him whole.
All I can do is love him,
So that he will love himself enough
to fix himself.

The thing about addiction,
 it’s all about love,
not just our love,
but his love to himself.

As I watched him destroy his whole being,
Hating everything and everyone;
especially himself.
Destroying his faith,
trust,
his will to live.

I’ve also watched him build himself up again.
Stronger than ever before.
I see him with his head held high,
 and confidence rise in his blood.
I see him love himself again.
Love is the key to climb out of any situation. Love yourself,

 always……

By: Carrie Labiak