It’s about 1 in the morning and my mind is racing, wondering what’s going on with my ’little boy’? He’s always going to be my little boy even if he’s grown and taller than me. 😊 I awake in the middle of the night just see if he has emailed me. I don’t care if it’s a two-word sentence I’m just extremely happy. Still in my mind wondering how we got here? So he tells me he’s doing well, but I think he tells me that to keep from worrying about him and it works! I know it could be worse; because I’m in several FB groups and their sons are in really bad places. So for that, I’m so grateful to God. I’m so grateful every day I’m in a better place to handle this. If any of you have been keeping up with me, y’all know I was a complete mess mentally. 😊
I just want him home, it’s like those times when I told him he would be on punishment forever, lol then a week later I let him off. Well, it’s time for this punishment to be over, I truly believe he has learned his lesson. Or has he?
I’m in no way diminishing the little role ’Mr. Tony Montana’ played in this part, but I just felt like probation could have been just as fine. Hell, he was a first-time offender and not a danger at all. Oh well, I’m just being a ’momma bear’ wishing I could protect him. Guess I’ll doze back off until later, just needed to get that off my chest. Chat soon….