Hes my son, and hes my hero. Hes been through more than anyone could have ever imagined. For a 9 year old, Dylan has been through hell and back. Fourteen surgeries, six days on life support, you already know most of his story. Theres one thing most people dont know. You can say what you want about me. Im too emotional. Sometimes I care way too much about what other people think. At times, I allow others to rent space in my head, giving them an opportunity to affect who I am, affect the choices I make, and affect the life I live (THAT SHIT IS OVER BY THE WAY)! But when it comes to Dylan, you cant just say what you want about him. Theres no quit in him, theres no giving up or giving in. No saying Goodbye. The more he went through, the stronger he got. I know that most people believe everything happens for a reason, but Im sorry, no parent should ever have to go through something like that. No parent should have to see their child suffer. No parent should ever have to deal with losing a child. My heart goes out to all of these parents. Most of the time, I truly believe that someone must walk in someone elses shoes to understand what theyve been through, and continue to go through. When it comes to something like this, I dont believe that at all. When it comes to our children, empathy is basically a built-in emotion, a built-in response, like a complete understanding between parents. To say Dylan has been through a lot is definitely an understatement. Theres one thing most people dont know though. (At the time, we werent allowed to share it or discuss it online, or anywhere for that matter). This one thing, all by itself, would have probably been big news and super impressive in most cases, but with Dylan, it almost seemed like it was almost expected of him, or at least, no one was really surprised by what happened. (I wanted to scan and post the newspaper article too, but for now Ill give you the somewhat abridged version). Dylan was 4 years old. He was in pre-k. He already had undergone 13 of his14 surgeries. Dylan went to daycare in the morning, was picked up in the early afternoon by the school bus. Then Dylan went to pre-k and then was dropped back off at daycare around 4 o clock. One afternoon, everything changed. It started out like any other day. First daycare, then the bus to school. At school Dylan told his teacher he really needed to talk to someone, but he couldnt talk to his Mommy or his Daddy because he was told that we would both get really hurt. She brought Dylan to the school therapist. The first thing Dylan said, I was told not to tell my Mommy or my Daddy, he didnt say I couldnt tell you. Dylan told her that the daycare womans son tried to pull his pants off when Dylan went into a room he wasnt supposed to go in. He said he heard music and yelling. Dylan said that he opened the door, and said the people yelling on the computer screen had no clothes on and the 14 year old boy pulled Dylan into the room. He said to Dylan that he was watching it to learn how to become a doctor and asked Dylan if he wanted to be a doctor too. Even though Dylan was very confused, the minute the boy tried to pull Dylans pants down, (because Mommy and Daddy tell me all the time) he started screaming and ran out of the room. Before Dylan could say anything to the boys mother, the boy caught up to him and said if you tell my Mom, or you tell your parents, Ill hurt you and them all real bad. Fast forward less than 2 hours. We were immediately called down to the school, and after a 45 minute ride with the detectives and Dylan, we all went inside the police station. Other cops were already at the daycare, and the boy and his mother were already being questioned. Dylan spent about an hour with the detectives in an interview room, we were asked to remain outside, and Dylan said he was okay with that. Afterward, they said Dylan did great and that they found another 4 year old boy who also went to that daycare, but they didnt think he was quite as fortunate. But they told us because of Dylan, that boy would never go through that again. Before we left the police station, the boy and his mother were arrested, the daycare was completely shut down, and for some, the healing and the long road to recovery, had just begun. For me, I was extremely glad it didnt end worse for Dylan, but at that very moment (and there had been quite a few moments already) I couldnt have been more proud of Dylan.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 00:03:10 +0000
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