"Mama, I believe what you believe," the Kid told me earnestly, as I stepped over to give him one last hug before lights-out. "About what, bub?" "About everything," he answered, without hesitation. I said, "Thank you" and kissed him and pulled the door closed behind me. And then I leaned against the wall for a minute. Holy shit. It felt like the first time I ever appeared in court. Like, "When did I get responsible enough for this?" And then, the accompanying and worse thought, "...
