First, you must define what you mean by “a loyal mother”. Is a loyal mother the one who accepts what her son/daughter did and hides it? Is a loyal mother the one who accepts what her son/daughter did and hides from it? Is a loyal mother the one who realizes that her child may have grown into something that she doesn’t recognize and run from it?
Or is a loyal mother the person who says “This is my child. I birthed this child. I raised this child and Holy Moly! What the heck happened?” (that’s my category, by the way, right were I was when I found out what my son did).
I love all of my children. I realize that they are each individuals and that one of them is a convicted felon. What he did was hideous, but when do we say “that’s in the past and he’s trying to become a better person, even with the limited resources of a prison”?
(For those of you who don’t know what my son did, scroll down a long ways. It’s there. Not the grim, bloody details, but it’s there.)
For me, regular visits to my son, who is held in a medium security facility in North Carolina, are very important to him and to me. For me, it lets me see what, if any changes, are manifesting in my son. For him, it lets him see that, even though I know each and every grim detail of what he did, I still love him. I do not condone what he did, neither do I think that the system was unfair to him or that he was unjustly convicted. But to know that his mother still loves him means a lot to him. To know that, even though he did these things, there is one person in the world that it is still safe to talk to, to be soft with and to admit things to.
Would I ever take that from him? No, I would not. Does this mean that I am hiding from what he did? Not hardly. Does my still loving him mean that I think that he should be released back into society? Nope, it sure doesn’t. But what it means is that I love the child I birthed. I love the man he has become and is still becoming.
I think that it’s time the courts stopped trying to automatically cast the mother of a heinous criminal in the same light as the criminal. The courts, the attorneys, the jury, none of them know the real story about the past. No one can.
My son’s attorney, back in the trial phase of his crime, asked me to write a letter about his childhood. He told me to include any abuse, abandonment, etc, that had happened. I was furious. There was no abuse. There was no abandonment. Those were things that the lawyer was fishing for to excuse my son for what he did. I did NOT write him the letter that he had hoped to receive. Later, when I finally got to talk to my son, I asked him about that, and he was furious that his attorney had done that. He said “I told him that I wasn’t abused, abandoned, neglected or anything else. Why does no one believe me?”