In my present life, I welcome the opportunity to write on the topic of addiction. But, this was not always the case. Life experiences, knowledge, and the healing of time has brought a clarity of thought and feelings to be shared. For some, this article may include  new information and insight on the effect of addiction on families, an opportunity to experience an inside view on addiction and how it can challenge a parent’s love. For others, it may be an all too familiar page from the story of your life, a chronicle that validates personal experiences that happen when addiction comes to your home.

 When the holiday of Chanukah appears on my radar screen, I find that all of my senses are awakened as I begin my walk down memory lane and relive my annual Chanukah recollections. In my mind I am able to hear the singing of “HaNeiros Halalu” and “Ma’oz Tzur” that was often followed by the high-pitched ripping of gift wrap paper as Chanukah gifts were opened. As I inhale, the aroma of latkes that wafted from the kitchen still fills my nose. I can see my extended family joking around in the living room as we joined together for our annual Shabbos Chanukah-fest. My mouth waters as I recall the sweet taste of sufganiyot, jelly oozing down my throat. But at this time of year I also think about one Chanukah experience I had many years ago that was different from all others and never again repeated.

Parents are afraid that if their children are not doing well in school, that they will not succeed in life. Kid hasn’t made friends in the first week of first grade? She’ll end up a loner. Doesn’t get fifth grade math? He’ll never get into college. Can’t make the grade? She’s doomed to failure, he’ll be a loser. We know these thoughts are ridiculous, but they’re still so hard to shake.