I had my first kid in 1979, when I was 20. I smoked up until the time I had him because it stopped the morning sickness in it's tracks. I found once he arrived that I wasn't keen to dull my consciousness. I got high just from having my son in my arms. I didn't want to smell like smoke and I didn't want him to ever smell like smoke. He smelled like sweetness and light to my mind anyway.
I had three more kids with my husband and I stayed off drugs altogether. Weed was illegal back then, highly illegal, and I would NEVER have wanted to risk losing my four little angels to Child Protective Services.
My oldest baby is 31 now and my youngest baby is 24. My 26 year old daughter smokes weed. Come to find out, she started smoking when she was 14, the same age I started smoking weed, but she didn't know I had ever smoked so she hid it from me. When I found out a few years ago, I got my medical card and started smoking again. The smoking daughter loves it. The rest of the kids don't like it very much because they didn't know I had ever done it to begin with. It's good to be back under the influence and considering the way the economy has gone, I am glad I have something to release the stress.
I am extremely glad I didn't risk my parental rights by risking arrest. I'm glad the kids had their own opportunities to find out if they liked or did not like drugs. They have all since discussed their drug experiments with me. Only one likes weed and the other three don't like anything.
It was worth waiting until they were adults to discuss this with them. I am glad I stopped drugs when I became a parent. I could have discussed drugs with them when they were first getting introduced to drugs but they didn't know about my extensive drug use as a teen, and I didn't know about their drug trials when they were teens. It's sad that it was all so hidden but considering how much of a huge NO NO it is to use drugs in our culture it was worth letting each of my kids experience drugs on their own without my implicit consent.