December 12, 2008

• The End

  “Mom?” Robert yelled as he ran up the stairs to where I was sitting. “I just left the probation officer’s office, and guess what?”

  “What, son?”

  “It’s over,” he said, barely able now to contain his excitement. “I am a free man. 100% free. No more probation visits, no more peeing in a cup once a month, and no more 30 dollars a month for probation fees. Free!”

  Pinch me. I want to make sure that this isn’t a dream. My s on, who has had some connection to the courts since he was about 14, is totally, completely, free. And I am crying, again. Only this time, the tears are cleansing in a much better way than ever before.

  My son is free to enjoy his wonderful family without looking over his shoulder at every turn, and we can all breathe in a way that we haven’t in many, many, many years.  

  

                           I love these guys.

  • 12:50 pm
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