I was never much of a drinker in school. I can count on my right hand how often I did throughout my entire high school career. Once I graduated, my “habit” picked up slightly, but was still a non issue, until one day…
When my oldest kid was 4 months old, my husband and I went out on a date. I was only 20, but he was 21 so he bought me some drinks. I think I had 3 wine coolers. I was definitely a light weight.
When we got home, I picked my baby up and stepped into the kitchen. My shoes were snowy from being outside and I slipped and fell. I felt like the most horrible mom in the world, but my son was perfectly fine. That night has always haunted me a little.
There were a few other times that I went out and drank over the next couple years, but it never did much for me, and I still had residual guilt from falling with my baby in my arms. So, I did it. When I was 22, I promised God that I would never drink again.
And I didn’t…for 7 years.
What I wish I would have taught my kids: Never make a promise to God unless you intend to keep it. But if you do and break it, receive His forgiveness! Then forgive yourself and don’t EVER look back.