It’s sometime in October 2008. I’ve just given given up flour and sugar to get control over a binge-eating addiction.
Mood music:
I’m irritable and sick, going through all the aches and pains that surface when toxins start to drip from the pores.
I’m coming up the stairs from work, anxious to get all the chores that await me over with.
I open the door to find Duncan sitting in his chair at the kitchen table.
He’s wearing a bib and a bowl of soup is in front of him. It’s button soup, he tells me. He made it in school (Pre-K) after being read the book of the same name, in which “Daisy tricks her stingy Uncle Scrooge into making enough soup for the whole town–using just one button.”
“Daddy, have some button soup. It’s on your diet!” Duncan says as I come into the room.
He’s got that big, gaping smile of his, excited as hell because in the magic of the classroom, he discovered something his Daddy could eat. He knows his father needs encouragement, and he’s eager to deliver.
When you really become serious about kicking addictions, God puts the right people in front of you to make the cold turkey period a little more bearable. I truly believe that.
It’s the Grace that helps you move those one, two or three steps at a time.
On that gray, gloomy afternoon, Duncan was there.
