Wednesday, June 17, 2009

What it was like: Year Sixteen

As I said in my last post, I spent seven weeks with a neck brace on, it was difficult.  Especially to be a student.  I had to hold books up to my eye level to read them because I could not bend my neck to look down.  But I continued in school and continued to have good grades.  

Sometime in late summer 1999, my meth addict daughter was at my house and whatever she did caused me to say "Oh my God, you are pregnant!"  She looked at me like I was on meth!  And then she thought about it.  And then she went to the doctor and found that she truly was pregnant.  Since she was on meth for part of her first trimester, some family members (her dad) were insistent that she have an abortion.  I was just as insistent that she didn't.  Her sister and I both made the commitment to take care of her and the baby no matter what happened.  It could have been horrible.  I am so grateful that we made that commitment and that the pregnant one went along with it.  She moved in with me and we had a lovely 6 or 7 months of waiting for a baby.   It was such a special time.  We really didn't know if the baby was going to be "OK" or not, but we knew we would love the baby just the same.

On March 19, 2000, a perfectly perfect and beautiful baby girl was born.  The father (another meth addict) was present for the birth and so were auntie and nana.   She was born on my mother's birthday.  It was the most wonderful thing to happen.  I was a grandmother!  My daughter was a mother!  And she was a good one!  The baby was not only perfectly healthy, but had a gentle and sweet disposition.  They moved back in with me and I was in seventh heaven.  

A few short weeks later, their nuclear family was assembled under the same roof, and it wasn't mine.  In other words, they moved out.  And they moved in with the father of the child.  I expected a nightmare, but I was wrong.  For a few years, they remained off meth and did a pretty good job of being responsible adults.  (for a few years...)

In May 2000 I graduated from college!  I was a Bachelor of Science - my major was Health Information Management with a minor in Healthcare Administration.  I graduated Magna Cum Laude.  I missed Summa Cum Laude by a very small fraction of a point.  Oh well. I was done with school and very happy about it.   My brothers and sister came for my graduation.  It was a grand time.  

As I was graduating, my boss decided to leave.  I was promoted to be the Director of Medical Records  in the department where I had been so grateful to start as the Administrative Assistant just 6 years earlier.  The first day I had the job, I was at a meeting off grounds all day.  I came back after hours and unlocked my office.  I sat behind the desk and just looked at the chair where I had interviewed, desperate for that job.  I thanked God for what had happened in my life and I sat and cried.  I still cry (right now) when I think about this.

I still had to sit for the exam to get the credential that was required for me to have that job.  It was the last year that every candidate for that credential (having a bachelor's degree in Health Information Management) gathered in a huge classroom on one day a year and sat all day and took that test.  (the next year and ever since, it was done online) My advisor from the university shared with me later that I had the highest score on that test in the state.  I don't know why I need to tell you that, but it meant something to me and there is never a tasteful opportunity to tell anyone that!  

So many of my dreams had come true.  Things that were truly impossible had happened in my life.  

I have a little bit of a weird thing with the year after the "big" birthdays.  After I turned 5, I didn't really care if I was 6.  After I turned 10, I didn't really care about 11.  After I turned 15, I didn't really care about 16, etc.  Not that I wasn't grateful, because I was.  But it all just seemed like MORE icing on the cake that was already about to fall over from all the icing on it.  I have been so abundantly blessed by God, it astounds me.  

If I got what I deserved, it would not be a pretty picture.  Instead, I am given God's grace and mercy, and I will never stop thanking Him for it.  

13 comments:

Carol said...

Wonderful stories.

Steve E. said...

Mary Christine, this blog is so commentable, aren't you glad I'm not writing about 20 comments. All i can say is "Well done", glad you decided to "keep it going".

How many times have you heard the X-pression, "Do not stop just before the miracle happens!"??? Well, it keeps happening. thank you.
peace
S

Trailboss said...

I am a bit speechless at this point.

garden-variety drunk said...

it's great to know that G-d is infinite because otherwise i'd be worried about the world running out of miracles because there are so many of them and they just keep on coming!

AnyEdge said...

IT is not tasteless to tell about your achievements. Be proud. You earned them.

I see that desk, that chair, with the two versions of you on either side of it, like a split screen in a film, and I wonder how anyone could say there is no God.

Ed G. said...

Thank you. It is an astounding life and an an awesome credit to God, to the program, and to you.

When folks hear us say "...a life beyond our wildest dreams...", they have no idea - unless they're among us who have been there.

Again, thank you...

Blessings and aloha...

Tall Karen said...

You are such an inspiration and a shining example of following God's path. I know what it's like to share that special time with a daughter and to become a Grandma!! And I am so high on staying sober for 5 years, that anything after this will just be more icing on the icing! God Bless you and thank you taking the time to share your amazing story. Love, TK

dAAve said...

I am here.

Pam said...

Oh I loved that year. Funny how our addict children always start out a new adventure "pretty well" and then it always seems to start going down hill.

Scott W said...

Keep on truckin', MC!

Syd said...

I think that your last sentence is so true. It's through God's grace and mercy that each of us has another chance at living a life of purpose and love. I too am grateful for that. And I'm grateful for your sharing your life here.

GG said...

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Lou said...

I'm sad reading this, knowing how it turns out with your daughter. But the truth has sadness, happiness, and a little of everything else mixed in.
Thanks again for sharing.