I will probably always, at times, see my son as a joyful smiling baby, a curious and adventurous toddler, the grade-schooler who couldn't learn fast enough, the awkward tween trying to find his niche and the troubled high school kid who just wanted to be accepted and loved.
It is too hard for me to see him as the incarcerated adult who made one really bad decision on one single day of his 30 years of life. Not that that was his only bad choice; just the one that sent him to prison. The other choices (drugs, alcohol) sent him into the situation that left him vulnerable to arrest.
I vacillate daily between sadness, anger, disappointment, fear, hope, discouragement and anguish. My shoulders have more knots than Clifford Ashley's Book of Knots. (google it) I believe it will take the remainder of my life to undo them all. Yet, by the grace of God, go I.
What other choice do I have? One foot in front of the other - every. single. day.
Offering my prayers for all of you going through this same suffering. May His peace and comfort find you along the way. You are in my heart. <3
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