I was going to wait and post tomorrow...and I probably will tomorrow...but the nerves and setting in now. I got permission to represent our son in municipal court on his shoplifting charge from my boss and sent an entry to the court. The clerk told me that automatically would move the date back a month, but my plan is to see if the PA will talk to me tomorrow. The problem with city prosecutors is you only get about an hour a month when they are available for lawyers and defendants to talk to them...literally. If he's too busy tomorrow or if he just wants time to look over the file, then nothing will happen tomorrow and we'll try again in a month. If not...well then Court is at 1:30. Really, I'm expecting that it will be March that we'll get this done. So...I texted my son that I wanted to speak with him privately at his apartment after work today. The fact is, we haven't really spoken in a couple weeks...not about anything important. I'm nervous. I can't believe that going to see my own child is making me this nervous! I gave birth to him. I wiped his snotty nose and dirty butt! There is nothing about him that should make me nervous! I guess I just...don't want to see him. That makes me so sad. But Jabber and I have had a really nice couple of uneventful weeks and being involved again will mess with that. I think the nerves are simply a function of not wanting the drama that could result by being in his presence. Wow. That's just so wrong to feel that way. And there's the fact that seeing him will just remind me of how he hasn't tried to change anything since we kicked him out in October. He's still just drifting along. I thought kicking him out might actually force him to grow up. There I go with expectations and disappointments. I actually wrote up a waiver for my son to sign wherein he states he understands that I'm not a criminal defense attorney, that I plan to get him a plea agreement and if he gets probation and screws up he could go to jail and it's his sole responsibility to pay any fines and court costs...and that I'm only doing this much because I'm his mother. And that he waives any malpractice claims now or in the future. How sad is it that I feel like I have to do that?