Yes. My son killed himself when he was twenty.
He was handsome, brilliant, funny, and I loved him beyond anything or anyone on earth.
He and his stepfather always referred to me as “cookie mom”. Anything that was wrong in his life I would try to fix. Lonely? Get him friends (I let his friends live at my house all summer). Relationship? Set him up on dates with the daughters of friends. School troubles? Find a way around a difficult class or negotiate with the college to give him an extra semester to bring his grades up.
I gave
him too much money, too many things. I smoothed his path, I even went in and took out his bad emotions, because that’s what I do for a living. I gave him a car, fixed his car, cut his hair, bought his clothes. Home schooled him so that he wouldn’t experience strife or struggle with his peer group. His happiness was my sole concern.
He was a hothouse flower. At the first real sign of trouble he crumpled because I had never taught him independence or that people can be cruel or
indifferent.
In trying to be the best mom, I was the worst mom. It probably would have worked if he’d had siblings, but I had 14 miscarriages trying to give him one. He was my miracle child and I over mothered him.
Morgana Wyze ,
Certified Nutritional Counselor, Spiritual Counselor, Minister