She said the last time that she went to the courthouse to be supportive to her troubled son that that was the last time she would subject herself to such am unpleasant, almost torturous experience. But, there she sat again–anxious, pissed off, feeling dirty, and waiting for the Judge, District Attorney and Public Defender to make decisions that would have a profound effect on her troubled boy’s life and future.
Her son had not been an easy child. He had a lot of school trouble, many difficulties as a teenager, boot camp attendance, psychologist visits and a few rounds with Juvenile Court. Nothing he ever did was really BAD–just lots of bad decisions that snowballed into a lot of trouble for himself and others. Now, as an adult struggling to survive in a difficult world, its pretty much a certainty he understands that his life is much more difficult because of his past behavior. She thinks he understands that there are no good excuses for his behavior. Sure, he has ADHD, and, apparently, his father was an asshole who deserted him early on, and he has had a lot of bad times brought about by his bad decision-making. She wants him to understand that, at some point, he has to forget about the past, stop blaming everyone and everything else for his problems, and start getting things right.
But, he talks a good talk, and, of course, he wants a better life. She wants that for him and has helped him through a lot of roadblocks–both financial and emotional. You know how it is, she said. He doesn’t want to listen to the advice I give him but I keep throwing it out there, hoping he will hear some of it.
But, now, things have got to change.
She thinks that they are at a crossroads–here–today. She is at the end of her rope, out of patience, tired as hell of hearing his excuses. It always seems to have been someone else’s fault when trouble came around.
This time, it is definitely going to end differently. If the end result of this horrible day is he gets ANOTHER chance to get things right, then SHE is going to get it right also. No more mama nice guy. It’s his turn to take the ball and run with it. He finally found a good job which, hopefully, he will still have after this, He met a nice girl, who seems to care if he succeeds, and he has done his litter pick-up.
What happens next is up to him. How does she know this? Because she said so, and mama knows best.