Yesterday when I went to work… before we started the day, my staff walked over to me and said that her son was in Prison!! She then broke down and explained what happened. I would like to keep what happened private, her boy is nearly in his twenties was in court, he then did something silly (something we wouldn’t think would get you into prison). However due to the situation it happened in, the judge had to sentence him 10 weeks in prison. He himself was shocked with the sentence as he did not realise the seriousness of his behaviour. He was immediately arrested and taken to Prison!
Although people say he’ll probably be out in 5 weeks (for good behaviour) from a mother’s point of view it means nothing. As he was taken away at such short notice, he had nothing with him. She had to send his clothings to him through the post, she went round the shops to get him some chocolates and other gooddies. She even sprayed mens deodorant on herself smelling them to determine which ones are nice. She bought toothbrushes, deodorants, bath soaps…etc etc things you would need daily. After buying almost everything, she had a phonecall off her ex-partner telling her that they would only except 6 boxer shorts and 6 pairs of socks, anything else he would have to buy it from prison. Now panic and worry kicks in… they couldn’t visit him till Tuesday and there’s a postal stike, hence he probably wouldn’t have any money till they visit him!
This is how a mother worries!! No matter what her son had done, how wrong he was, a mother’s love is unconditional!! No mother would want to see her son suffer, she even told me that she could not bring herself to visit her son on Tuesday as she would only break down and cry seeing him there. No amount of comfort and assurance would make her feel better. She was a broken…
One year ago I would probably have a different view on both mother and son. I probably wouldn’t understand why she feels that way. I wouldn’t understand the pain she is going through… This year I feel it, I feel for her. I feel her disappointment, at moments you even want to blame yourself for his wrong doings. I feel her fear, I can feel her putting herself in the shoes of her son in prison. I can see her trying to protect him as best as she can by trying to buy him everything he needs. If she can she would even volunteer to do his time in prison BUT…
Son… I know you are young now but one day you would grow up into a man. And when that happens responsibility kicks in. Please be responsible in the things you do. Think before you make decisions, be sensible, always learn from your mistakes. Most importantly walk in the light of God, follow His teachings.
I can’t be by your side guarding you all the time, I cannot always protect you. But I can guide you, I can pray for you… the rest is up to you…
Last night just when I was about to go to sleep, I caught a glimpse of the window from the seams of the curtain. It looked a bit strange, on closer inspection I realised ITS BROKEN. Slight panic… as I was home alone with Dylan as Kev had gone to work.
