A Daughter Is Proud of Her A.A. Mother

I'm proud to say that I am a daughter of a member of Alcoholics Anonymous. Indeed, I'm proud to be the daughter of a true alcoholic, for it makes my mother seem like a special kind of person. I cannot say that I have always felt this way. No one could who has grown up with an alcoholic. Certainly A.A. brings a happier life to the family and a wonderful new beginning for the alcoholic. It brings a realization that it wasn't her fault; she didn't do it just to be mean; she had an illness that somehow made her allergic to alcohol. I realize that no matter how perfect the picture is now, there are still hurts and resentment, inside of me, covered over, repressed. All the many years that I was told "Mummy isn't quite herself today," when I was afraid to bring friends home from school because "Mummy might be that way again today" --these wounds cannot be immediately wiped out just by joining A.A. Naturally.