My daughter who was young, on the pill, and not dumb, said, "Expecting WHAT? I was expecting my prescription." She had completed her two last cycles and had no idea. Well, you know the rest of that story. My first grandchild is now 23 1/2 and she has been my greatest blessing.
But during that pregnancy, my life was spinning out of control and so was my daughter's. Her fiance` decided to join the Air Force and then got kicked out. Next he decided he didn't want to be a dad, and fathered another child during that period.
Emotions ran high. I'll spare you the screamfests: mine, theirs, ours. I knew we needed help. So while reading about local events in the newspaper one evening (and having been through a brief family counseling stint after divorce) an advertisement caught my eye. It was a free group meeting called Emotions Anonymous, open to the public, located at a nearby hospital.
I talked my daughter into going. I intended to state the facts and nothing more. As we introduced ourselves around the table, my daughter went first. She was very much in control of her emotions.
I on the other hand, (who presented a professional image to my colleagues and school parents every day,) unhinged my mouth and tear ducts. I was totally embarrassed by my emotional meltdown. People were kind. As we continued around the table, I realized that my problems didn't compare to some of the others'... and, I was in a room filled with "whoop-di-doo weirdos."
I was never so glad to leave that room. One woman said, "Hello, my name is ____, and I am a nurse in this hospital. My emotions are so out of control, I steal drugs from the patients and take them."
WHO admits such a thing?! I felt like a priest in a confessional.
I nudged my daughter under the table. One after another twenty strangers confessed their infractions, labeled their emotions, and some of them started arguing amongst themselves. It was a peer led group, and as the saying goes, there's nothing worse than peer pressure.
Our life was off kilter for a while, but soon we were back on track. That sweet, intelligent, fun, funny, first grandbaby of mine just celebrated her wedding anniversary. I look back on those early days and wonder how we survived the turmoil. She is a logical thinker and does not let her emotions rule her decisions. I am so proud of the women my daughter, granddaughter and I have become. I can't believe how fast time flies.