Mikey’s dad posted this on Facebook last night. It is reprinted with permission.
Tonight, I share my message with a broken heart and so many questions about my missing son. Why were the police able to hand the child over to his mother when she made false statements to them? How was the mother able to get the child when that very afternoon the judge told the mother he couldn’t issue an order giving her the child? Why did the IL State’s Attorney and Bloomington Sheriff both refuse to come get me? Could it be because they both knew that the warrant was shaky to begin with? Why did Judge Hill go through the trouble of changing my warrant from non-extraditable to extraditable (which got me arrested) and then back to non-extraditable? Before I was arrested, why did IL tell Weymouth PD that they would definitely come to get me, but then change their minds once I had already spent 14 days in jail and lost my child? What did my little boy think when daddy wasn’t there to save him. Why did he keep saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” in the video at the police station? Did he think daddy didn’t care or did he think he did something wrong, so I gave him back?
I think of a million things that my poor little boy may have been thinking when he was seemingly tricked and taken that night. What I picture is my baby fearful and alone, asking himself “where’s Daddy”? And now, what is he thinking when I’m just gone. It couldn’t be further from the truth, but does he think I didn’t love him? I think, and I cry. The pain I am in for my son is so deep there are no words to describe it. He was ripped away with no understanding of what was happening. He was not allowed to take anything but the clothes on his body. His favorite toys sit here. His Spider-Man suit that he loved because when he put it on he believed in his little mind that he was Spider-Man. Of course, when he wore the outfit we could not call him by his real name because he was Spider-Man. But this suit was left behind with all his special things taken away to send him the message “you don’t matter”.
I can’t even begin to comprehend how a mother could cause her own child this kind of pain. Just because he’s a little boy doesn’t mean his feelings don’t count. His feelings matter, Mikey matters, my son matters to me. He’s not a possession that does not feel. But she came and stole him as a possession. The courts have sent the message “children don’t come first”, treating him like an object. My good little boy, I love you more than my own life and my fight will be stronger than ever to get you back and keep you safe and teach you are important, and your feelings do matter. From the bottom of my heart I thank all of you for the outpouring of support and care for my little boy. I will be forever grateful for the abundance of prayers and phone calls, especially the calls for action to bring my boy home and stop systemic failures that negatively impact children like Mikey. If I may ask, the time for prayers and action continues and I’d appreciate any additional help. Thank you again.