The Strength of A Mother’s Love

When your children are born, you’d like to think that your love for them will be stronger than anything. You’d like to think that your paternal instinct can help you get them through anything and keep them happy, safe and satisfied forever. They’re so perfect and innocent and untouched by the ugliness of the world, that you wish you could stay in that moment. It doesn’t even dawn on you to think that in just 17 years’ time, you’ll wind up in a battle to save their very lives against an enemy more powerful than anything you could have possibly anticipated: heroin addiction.

When I first started noticing that my son was a little off, I thought it was just the pressures of school or him being tried from keeping up such an active schedule. I first suspected something else was going on when he started losing so much weight. When I found out he had started doing heroin, I took exactly one hour to cry and process it in my bedroom. After that, I mobilized to get him the help that he needed and told myself that, no matter what, I would get my son back. I immediately got in touch with an interventionist.

I never thought I’d have to organize an intervention for heroin addiction so I didn’t know where to begin--it wasn’t like there was some playbook somewhere for me to learn from or anything. The interventionist helped me to put it all together, telling me what to expect and things I should and shouldn’t do to make the process a success. If I had to do this on my own, I’m not sure that our relationship could have survived the process. The whole time I was preparing, I had it in my head that heroin was the most addictive of all drugs and kept worrying that I was too late to save him.

On the night of the intervention, it was me, my husband, the interventionist and my son’s girlfriend. I thought he should hear from the most important people in his life, and I wanted to keep the crowd to a minimum. When we first confronted him, he tried to deny it, just as I thought he would. The more he realized that we were there to help and not judge him, the more he opened up and started to accept our help. After a while, I was starting to see shades of my son again. We got him into treatment and he has worked hard to stay sober ever since.

I didn’t want to have to learn anything at all at the expense of my son’s health, but the one thing I did learn was to trust yourself when you decide that the love you have for your children can overcome anything. The key is to identify whatever got to that sweet and trusting little person you first held in the delivery room and figure out how to defeat it. 

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