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I know how it is to lose a child. An almost-adult child I loved and had high hopes for, whose life my own life revolved around. She was, and still is, half my world. \u201cAlways,\u201d she used to sign her letters. Now, she is \u201calways\u201d in my heart.<\/p>\n
I know how it is to worry about a son. To stay up beyond my bedtime, wondering when he\u2019ll come home or if <\/em>he\u2019ll make it home. There are so many things that can happen to a young man these days. \u201cMom, seriously? You worry too much,\u201d he says. But maybe he\u2019ll run into a bad situation some late night. And what if my son, the other half of my world, were to get stopped by a policeman? Would he find help? Advice? A warning? A sympathetic ear? Or would he find trouble?<\/p>\n I do not know what it is like to be the mother of a young black man. In a country where every day so many young black lives are wiped out, the mother of a black man must surely pray her son will not find trouble, will not find himself in the presence of police. \u201cPlease let him be safe. Please. Let him come home.\u201d Always. Night and day. Fear for the life of your child could strangle the life out of you.<\/p>\n Another day, another killing. Another brokenhearted mother. And just the thought of that mother\u2019s world collapsing around her, the memory of what it was like to see my own daughter\u2019s lifeless face, the knowledge that another mother will never again see the sweet eyes of the child who lit her life – makes my heart tremble and howl.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Thanks to fellow student Travis, for his smile, wherever he is these days. My regards to his mother. I know how it is to lose a child. An almost-adult child I loved and had high hopes for, whose life my own life revolved around. She was, and still is, half my world. “Always,” she used to sign her letters. Now, she is “always” in my heart. I know how it is to worry […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[702],"tags":[897,892,891,112,893,894,896,898,895],"class_list":["post-1258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-702","tag-a-mothers-love","tag-all-lives-matter","tag-black-lives-matter","tag-losing-a-child","tag-mother-of-a-black-child","tag-shootings","tag-stopped-by-police","tag-to-be-the-mother-of-a-young-black-man","tag-worry-about-son"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1258","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1258"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1258\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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