To the man who broke my son.

My son has been knocked down before. Life has hit him harder at times, than it really should have. But each time he has got back up. Food allergies.. No biggie..he tackled them head on, and was better about it than I was. Only being able to walk on his toes for the first 3 years of walking. Didn’t hold him back.The only time it stopped him in his tracks was when he tried to go too fast and his feet couldn’t keep up with him. Did he feel embarrassed when he was the last one, every single time, in the pack of kids running at soccer or on the playground. Never. Did he feel sorry for himself at age four when life literally knocked him off his feet, and he had to have surgery on both legs, and he had to learn how to re-walk again? Nope. He beat the odds, he worked harder and stronger and walked on his own before any of the doctors and specialists ever predicted. Did he cry when people stared at him in his leg braces, and kids asked questions, and adults pointed? No. I did. Instead he smiled and asked if they would like to take a closer look at the dinosaurs on his braces. Did he come home from school and get off the bus teary eyed when a few of the kids were making fun of him. His speech. The way he walks. Even getting physical with him and hitting him in his face? A little. But he got back up. He told me “I’m going to be brave and get back on the bus” even when I did not want him to. He walked with his head high, and once again, smiled at the ones who were hurting him. But you sir. You broke him. You broke my little boy in a way I have never seen before. You publicly humiliated him, in front of other classmates, friends, and even worse, in front of the very boys who were already attacking him. You showed him that he was alone that day on the bus. You single-handedly broke his spirit and changed my sons view on life forever. He got off your bus and was defeated. Crying so hard he had no words. Seeing his face, his face…. Its something I can’t get out of my head. It kept me awake all last night, my heart pounding, and my pillow covered in tears. His sweet little face, white as a ghost, crying so hard, and too embarrassed to even look me, his own mommy, in the eyes. It took hours of just holding him, wiping away his tears and telling him YOU were wrong, before I even got a glimpse of my son back. You broke him. You are responsible for him now thinking maybe its better to be the bully than it is to be the kid who is picked on. It was you, who showed him that mean kids don’t get in trouble, but instead get defended and promoted. It was you who had my sons little hands in fists screaming he should have just hit them. It was YOU who made me for the first time silently agree with my son, that he should have. It was YOU who took away his innocence, and made him harden.You sir should be ashamed of yourself. You sir are the bully of all bullies. I hope when you look your own son in the eye, or grandson for that matter, you see my son crying looking back at you. Because that face, when he got off your bus, will haunt me for a very long time. But that sweet boy, who you so neglectfully hurt. He is surrounded by an amazing family, friends, and most importantly an almighty God, who will pick up the pieces that you broke. So tonight as I tuck my kids into bed, I will pray for you. I will teach them that we pray for everyone, even the ones who hurt us. I will pray that you see what you have done, and that you never do that to another soul. I will pray that your heart is softended, and that you will see the harm in your actions. I will pray that if my son learns anything from all of this, it will be that he never wants to grow up and be like you.

**As much as I did not want to write this, and I cried the whole time while doing it, I felt it was important to be the voice of all those moms and dads out there that are dealing with this. These types of situations happen every single day, and it needs to be stopped. Be the voice for your child. Show them they are not alone, and that you can make a difference. **

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