The Last Seven Days Of The Last Seven Months

Like I have probably have said before...if I can make it through seven months of having a kid in jail I can make it through anything. And then the massacre in New Town. Friday I was in good spirits getting the house ready for Christmas and Nick's return home when I decided to turn the TV on for a weather update as I am praying for a good foot of snow for the holidays and thats when the tragedy was all unfolding in New Town. It made me sick. I'm not even gonna go into all the emotions I have been through as the rest of the world are going through them too. Its all to sad, and to mad. Something needs to change with the mental health issues and gun control in this country. Killing children to go out in the glory of media hype is just sick and wrong. I'm still overwhelmed and need to pray for the families, the community, the whole freaking planet for that matter and with the TV off. Snow seems pretty trivial in comparison. It's Monday night as I blog this and I'm seven days away from picking up the kid in the orange jumpsuit for his re-birthing. Like Aurora, I too am nesting and fluffing the house up for his arrival. It's been a long rocky road for my son and me,for the whole family near and far for that matter. But in my heart of hearts after the shock and realization that my kid is in jail. I knew it was the best thing for him. He messed up. He payed his due. And when I talked with him tonight...our last phone call from Wampsville, he muttered about how he was still in shock and depressed about the children senselessly murdered so close to Christmas. He said more than anything he wants to be with all his sisters and eat all my good food. I cried a tear of joy knowing my son is a wonderful man with a big heart and I'm blessed to have him in my life no matter how many hard balls I'm thrown. I love him. Thats what mother's do. Nothing will ever change this.