In my last blog, I left off finally getting a chance to lay down and attempt to wind down after a long stressful day. After having to turn myself in to the police, spend some time behind bars and be bailed out thankfully all in the same day you can imagine I was pretty exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally. All of this was only a start, just the beginning of what would prove to be the start of the most challenging events of my life.
Once being released on bail for what's considered serious offenses there is a longer waiting period when you are waiting or trial or waiting to decide if their will even be a trial. So, between the time of my initial arrest and release there was a 6-month waiting period before the actual trial date. First few months of this waiting period was very difficult and awkward to say the least. It was like my little family had to take some time to readjust to what had happened and also prepare for what was to come.
We also took this time to try to find a lawyer sine I was told that it may not be in my best interest to accept a court ordered public defender. We by no means were rich and had little to none experience when it came to finding attorneys. My uncle had a friend that was an attorney and after talking to him he decided to take my case. He agreed not to charge us his normal retainer fee and rate since my uncle was his friend and he had handled other issues for him previously. We definitely looked at this as quite a blessing because after asking around I learned that trying to get an attorney was very expensive, just the retainer fee alone was outside of our budget, and it was surely not my intention to add more strain on my mother and family than I already had.
During this wait period the time also came for the children to return to school. This was my son's first year of pre-K and regardless of everything that was going on in my personal life, I was very excited for his new beginning. From day one, I was a very active parent. I remember his first day of school, myself and a great deal of other parents didn't want to let go. Instead of just dropping the children off, we stayed almost the entire day. I remember sitting and watching him in class interacting with other children. Some of us even went to breakfast and lunch with them, yes, we had a horrible time letting go. I even remember the principal laughing at us as we were walking down the hall with the babies. All of this was before COVID and there were less restrictions on visitations during these times. During the school year, I pretty much kept the same routine as far as being an active parent. Not the routine of staying all day every day, but a lot of mornings I would walk to breakfast with him and back to the classroom, sometimes I'd sit in and observe, and sometimes even come in and read to the class. I also attended all his programs and any events they had at the school. Being that this was my first child, and this was his first year of "big boy" school, I enjoyed every moment of being a full-time active parent. I never in a million years thought that this would be the first and last time I would have the liberty to do such with freedom and peace of mind!
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