OVERVIEW OF FIFTH CHILD
We can fool ourselves into thinking that we have our lives well planned out. It was that way for me, being a product of the 1950/60’s: I’d go to college, meet my prince, get married, have children and live happily ever after. As much as I thought I knew what to expect, my life was riddled with surprises. But the last was the most unexpected, compelling me to write Fifth Child, a non-fiction book about the anguish and consequences of a drug-addicted child, which resulted in parenting her child almost since birth.
My husband and I are cast into a shockingly large demographic. Grandparents raising grandchildren is a growing phenomenon in our country because of our shifting economy, unmarried teen mothers, alcohol abuse and illegal drug use. Close to 10 million grandparents comprise the club. We had already raised four children. Jaime was our third child, and Brady is her son, who began calling us Mommy and Daddy when he was three. Readers may be amazed to find calamity overcoming a so seemingly traditional family. But as events and family history unfold, disturbing pitfalls and unfortunate genetic vulnerability reveal fault lines that can sabotage people from any walk of life.
"The Addict's Mom Sharing Without Shame" Video is so important whether addiction has touched your life or not. It's powerful. Please click on the link below to watch the video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHNZbbePiKg
Saturday, November 2, 2013
And the Addicts Keep Comin'
Addiction is increasing and killing our loved ones. Yes, we love them. Even though they are not the same people we loved before; we will forever love our walking dead, those who struggle to be alive and those who are no longer. The ache never ends but I wish this demon would. I am no longer impacted by addiction at this time in my life. However, since publishing my book, writing articles, responding on websites and speaking out; I have returned to the fold. Since becoming a member of "The Addict's Mom" and "The Addict's Mom g2g" (grandparent to grandparent), I am reading what these moms and grand moms are experiencing and feeling the pain I once felt when my daughter was alive and deep into her disease. I send hugs and love out to all of you who are still suffering.