In five or six years’ time, she’ll still be young enough to have another child.
She could walk out of Cornton Vale or whichever of Her Majesty’s full board establishments she ends up calling “home”, and straight into a new life, new job, new place to live.
Maybe she’ll have taken some kind of vocational course – she’ll have enough time to do it, of course – and emerge as your beautician, your hair stylist, your new friend who’s just moved in next door.
Granted, the years that will pass between now and then will undoubtedly be uncomfortable for Rosdeep Adekoya.
No doubt her fellow cons will give her the benefit of their wisdom on how young children should be treated: rule number one, do try not to beat them to death.
But at the end of the tragic tale, she will most probably carry on with a life of sorts, the horrors that unfolded in that house in Ferry Gait Crescent in January will be tucked away in a box marked “Mikaeel” and stored in the back of her mind, rarely opened.
As time goes by, she might even forget it’s there.
“Striking a child even once is bad enough. Striking him heavily and repeatedly with hand and fist when he was being sick again and again simply beggars belief,” said Lord Glennie yesterday as he prepared to pass sentence on the woman standing, shaking and tearful, in the dock.
Yet for many what beggars belief is the decision to jail her for just 11 years – a sentence that means in all likelihood, Adekoya, 34, will serve around six, perhaps be free in time to hit 40th birthday party mode.
What baffles me – apart from the obvious vicious attack and deceitful attempt at covering up his death – is that she knew there was something wrong with her relationship with her youngest child, so much so that she trawled the internet for answers as to why she found it so hard to give him that most basic of maternal gifts, her love.
If only she had found the courage to talk to a friend, relative, even the dreaded social worker, if only someone had spotted that missing link between mother and child, it might all have ended so differently.
As Adekoya goes to jail to serve her time – 11 years on paper, most likely six in reality – it’s worth remembering how little of that precious commodity she granted her son Mikaeel: three years.
Had he been allowed to live, in six years’ time Mikaeel would still only be nine maybe ten, still at primary school.
Still, sadly, just a bairn.