TOUGH LOVE
About 4 years ago we noticed our youngest son (you'll hear me refer to him as, our baby boy) was changing. We talked to him and each other as a family. We watched, we listened we painfully waited as we watched our world begin to change. The rumors began to swirl. The signs were all there. The anger, the pain, the change, our baby boy was beginning to change into someone we didn't recognize.
When you love unconditionally, as we do, this is HARD. HOW DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHO IS KILLING HIMSELF SLOWLY AND EXPECTING YOU TO SIT AND WATCH?!?!?!? You don't. We couldn't. Having a younger child in the home put it into perspective for us.
When all this began, Dillon, our baby boy, was 18. Kalie, our daughter, was 11 and she looked up to him, idolized him even. We have been very very blessed with aweosme and extremely respectful children. When Dillon began cussing and screaming at me, when he was in withdrawals, I knew it was getting to Kalie.
We had to tell him it was not working. His addiction was tearing our family apart. We set up a rehab place for him as a laat resort. He was livid. Refused to admit he was using. He left our home that day with all hw could fit in 3 bookbags. He walked. He would text from time to time and was always mean and accusing us of not loving him.
We all had a rough time for the next two years. He was staying where ever and with who ever. That road led him to use meth. Wow! There was no denying that. One of his brothers is a fireman. After a training on how to use Narcan he explained to us that he would never use it on his brother, that it was just prolonging his, and everyone else's suffering. He told Dillon. That got him. He knew that there was no denying any more.
Let's fast forward another year. My sweet sweet baby boy admitted he had an addiction problem and asked for help! He had it rough. The withdrawals almost killed him. When he started his recovery his face and arms were covered in sores. We let him move home right before Christmas. He had a job and his own place in 5 months! I am so so proud.
The picture of us was taken last week. He had the day off and stopped by to surprise us. HIS FACE! HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE!
Seeing him look better than he did in 4 years made my heart so so happy. GOD IS SO SO GOOD! See, we couldn't help our baby boy. There was absolutely nothing we could do. BUT GOD! God has the power to do it all. I have Dillon to God. God and Dillon together were a force to be reckoned with. ?
To deal with my pain, I wrote poetry. Some was hard core and mean. Some was full of love and hurt.
He has been working for several months and now has his own place. He has done so well. ??