My son had his court evaluation the day before my dad died, and in all the ruckus I realized that I never blogged the good outcome!
We went to the meeting with no expectations. I prayed that whatever the outcome I would accept it and rejoice that it wasn’t worse. We met with the county probation officer to decide if the case needed to go to court for a ruling or if it could be dealt with in another manner. The officer was a woman who looked kind and indeed she was a very kind soul. She looked at his file and the charge and asked to see my husband and I privately.
Prior to going I was told by Brent, in no uncertain terms, to just tell the facts and not air out all of our issues with our son. So when she said she wanted all the history I turned to my husband and said, “Well, go ahead and tell her.” He was silent for a moment and I felt prompted to just tell her everything. And I did. And oh the relief to get it all off my chest and tell it to someone who would understand the situation and all we have tried to do for him!
She was very sympathetic as I poured out the details. After consideration she agreed to 6 months of probation with her and drug testing with the knowledge that if he misbehaved she would have to recommend court. My son was informed of his rights and the consequences and agreed to the probation.
He had to take an immediate drug test and he looked nervous over it. I certainly hope that after all of this he still isn’t doing drugs. We will see from the levels when it is resulted.
Surprisingly, not one word was said to me by my husband about my telling the whole story!
Truth should never be swept under the carpet.