
I was allowed a special visitation today with a locked up child of mine as it was a birthday. So heartsick am I, so broken hearted over the entire ordeal that I just don’t write about it yet. Ask me in a few years when I’ve learned to live with it and maybe I’ll share these experiences, but not now with this knife in my heart.
I wanted to really feel bad about this, I held back my tears and so we had a nice visit. This is my second kid to be in this particular facility and I’m embarrassed about that, although on every level I know that their anger problems stem from long before they were ever my children.
A lady who works there complimented me on both of the children, remembering the other one quite some time ago, recalling their “yes ma’ams and yes sirs” that I require of them.
I appreciated her kind words and we talked for a few minutes.
Surprisingly she shared with me her story. Her own son had been locked up there also yet he never learned his lessons. After this confinement he’d gone on to continue his law-breaking antics for the next 20 years even though she was his birth mom and a law enforcement officer.
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She’d hoped when he had his first child last year that he’d straighten up.
Alas, he was killed three months ago in a car accident, never having learned to be a responsible adult, breaking his mother’s heart for years and years.
I was simply staggered and slightly ashamed of my own internal pity party. So many parents struggle within these areas while I remain selfishly obsessed with my own family’s issues.
“I’m so sorry,” I’d gushed as she spilled her life out to me.
“I just wish I could have made a difference in him like you’re making with Fabian,” she bemoaned to me.
But it immediately occurred to me and I shared with her, “No, honey, maybe it was
your influence on Fabian while he was locked up here that has turned him around. I’m really grateful to you for that.”
She dried her tears, hugged me and left smiling, at least for the moment.
Lord knows I sure had appreciated her efforts with my son years before.
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