Showing posts with label promises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label promises. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013

Wow! Is it really 2013?! Apparently so. I can ask all the cliche questions like "Where did the time go?" But, we know where it went. It went behind us and we are getting older. It's not a bad thing unless, well unless you're stuck living in the past. You know, pretending you're still 22 when you're actually 36. Or still upset at things that have happened to you, when you had no control over it. Move on, forgive and learn to love.
I always make these ridiculous resolutions. My follow through is never good. So no resolutions, just making promises as I see fit. I hate to break a promise, I refuse to. My first promise it to tell all my kids everyday that I love them, and show them. How can I possible break that promise? I can't or I'd hate myself, and I'm not into self hate.
This year I turn 37, the kids turn 21, 13, 12, 9, 7, 5 and one. Wait! Stephanie will be 21?! She was five when she came into my life. Insane! Jimmy will be 38 and we will celebrate 14 years of marriage. Do I feel old? Only when my arthritis thinks it owns me. It doesn't.
Looking forward to a great year! Hope you have a great year!

Love
Momma



Monday, August 27, 2012

Update on Broken Promises.


In December I wrote this post about the 10 promises my alcoholic broke. I thought I should give a quick update on how much has changed.

He has taken us to the beach, we have a new museum membership, he is still sober and we have taken a few field trips. The kitchen is nearly done painted.

Life is by no means perfect, even fairy tales have their dark side, life is increasingly different. We have even gone to family functions he would normally weasel his way out of. A lot of him working on him, great thing. I know he has bipolar disorder and social anxiety, so even a small change....to me is HUGE, to the kids it's MONUMENTAL!

In the picture above, he's not irritated, he has anxiety about the kids at the beach. Our oldest was way out, body surfing. Our youngest was getting his water legs. But, he never once said "We need to leave." He stuck it out, we all lived and had a great day with my brother and his family.

No matter how bad your alcoholic is, when he/she is ready to change....the change will be dynamic and even scary. Hang in there....

Love,
Momma