When the phone rings

One of the worst sounds in the world?  The phone call in the middle of the night.  It's never good.  We are lulled into the flow of daily dysfunction and getting by.  Did I mention in the middle of our insanity, I started a new job at a private school?  More on that later.  We got that middle of the night phone call.  Edward had come home late...and lit.  Apparently his car alarm went off and he couldn't figure out how to turn it off.  The cops came by and got the alarm off.  Because he was in front of his own home, they were gracious enough and told him to go inside and not come back out anymore.  Maybe pot makes you deaf...or just stupid.  He went back out to his car to smoke.  And got busted.  And was arrested.  The phone call was from jail.  One day...someday...it won't hurt to relive this.  His one phone call. The results were vastly different though.  There would be no bailing out.  No rescuing from the consequences.  We did go down there and see him.  UP jail is cush...they serve you Bubbas for crying out loud...that's not a punishment, that's a treat.  We talked to the officer.  Talked to a tearful Edward.  But, even the tears couldn't bring ransom.  The phrase I repeated, "I love you too much to not let you experience the consequences of your choices."  Let me tell you, it was not received with the intent that it was sent.  HARDEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE.  The phone rang many times with pleadings to get him out before he was transfered to a not so nice playground with not so nice people.  Please, Lord...PLEASE, let THIS be his bottom.  But my phrase repeated over and over with nothing but love in my heart for this boy that this tough lesson would be learned.