whole time I made a conscious choice to see the boys as human beings, not to see
them as evil or bad. I focus my attention not on the boys' actions but the pain
behind their actions. I see those boys as hurting, scared children who didn't
get the kind of nurture, love and care that they needed. I try to hold them now
in compassion and hope that they might get the support they need to reconnect to
their essential goodness. With the system of justice that we currently use, I'm
hopeless that will happen.
To wish joy and love upon the one who has damaged your body and soul is an act of strength so confounding, so beyond comprehension, that it could only have come from a mother. Not a mama grizzly, mind you, a creature prone to violence and homicidal rage: A MOTHER. A caregiver. A nurturer. A person who is connected, not isolated. A mother is what I am, but it's also what I hope to be.