Hes going to be a great man someday.
Being a mother was all I ever wanted to be.
I couldnt wait to be a mommy and have a baby all my own.
When my little brother was born I cared for him as if he were my own.
I was a precocious child, always learning new things so that I could help my brother.
Our relationship was always much stronger than a typical sibling bond.
I went to college close to home so I could be at all my brothers soccer games.
I was beyond thrilled, life was turning out to be everything I had ever dreamed up.
Soon I would have my own little family and our own little house and everything would be perfect.
I got pregnant a year after we married pretty much as soon as we started trying.
I was born to be a mother and the universe was conspiring to make it so.
Our first was a precious girl we named Sophie.
She soon became a big sister to Alana and Johnny.
My son, Johnny, is 5 now.
Hes going to be a great man someday.
The problems started a year ago at his friends 4th birthday.
After the party he was sitting on my lap while we had some snuggles before bed.
He told me about one of his friends he played with at the birthday party.
The friends name was Daemon.
Thats not a name that blends into the background.
I dont even know any parents remotely goth enough to name their child Daemon.
It just sounds vaguely…evil.
I even checked, there was absolutely not anyone named Daemon at the party.
After a few days went on, he continued to talk about playing with his friend Daemon.
He also pretended to call Daemon on the phone and mentioned that Daemon was joining us for meals.
It was clear Daemon wasnt real.
I was obviously horrified that hed chosen this name for his imaginary friend.
The problem was, it wasnt just Daemonsname.
His appearance coincided with some challenges in Johnnys behavior.
He was rougher with the girls, and their relationship changed.
All of a sudden both his sisters seemed quieter around Johnny.
Hed never spoken to me like that before.
Thats when I started trying to get rid of Damie.
With Sophie and Alana, we could always see what the behavior issues were.
Johnny is more well-behaved than all of them.
Theyre a bit jealous of how emotionally mature my boy is.
Johnny is just not a naughty kid.
One neighbor even accused him of poisoning her cat!
The police said there was simply no evidence that a 5-year-old could have been involved and that was that.
Some people are just crazy and theres no convincing them otherwise.
Things began to happen at home too.
Mostly, I started to have a strange feeling that Johnny was keeping secrets from me.
Its a normal part of growing up, boys dont continue to share everything with their mothers into adulthood.
In fact, Johnny didnt seem like he was afraid of the dark at all anymore.
But then again, I couldnt help but be a little proud.
I always knew Johnny was going to be special.
Hes going to be a great man some day.
I really wish the other moms in my neighborhood werent so cliquey.
Theyve banned him from the childrens parties in our community.
Theyre all being very sneaky.
Cheryl across the street is claiming that she woke up and Johnny was in her room watching her sleep.
She claims he had one of her kitchen knives in her hand.
Another neighborhood mom, Jenny (who still goes by Jenny in their 30s?
I guess a girl mom wouldnt understand the kind of shenanigans boys get up to.
Johnnys best friend is Josh who is in his class at school.
Josh actuallytoldhis parents that Johnny didnt do anything wrong.
To be fair,technicallyhe said Damie was the one who cut his hair, but still.
It clearly was not John.
Its not like Im completely ignorant of what the other parents are talking about.
I know Damie is a bad influence on my family.
Johnny must have watched some TV show at a friends house that hes not allowed to watch at home.
Thats where he heard the name Daemon and got all these naughty ideas in his head.
Not that hes actually done anything wrong.
All the neighborhood kids must be playing some game.
Ive even wondered if it could be some kind of mass hysteria.
Recently Ive had my own bad experience with Damie.
At least, thats what I thought.
The notebook was filled out like a diary.
There was large, but neat, crayon handwritten that must be Johnnys.
But the diary was filled out with someones complete thoughts, and they werent a 5-year-olds.
Not even one as precocious as my Johnny.
My sweet girls must be helping him with his letters.
Ive read a lot of books about raising multiple gifted children in the same family.
Or maybe Mommy or Daddy when they are running around looking at their phones.
They are always looking at their phones.
My heart caught in my throat as I realized what a genius my little boy was!
Not only could he write but he was already experimenting with fiction!
An artist!!!
Still, its concerning that hes chosen to make his character dislike the mother character… Everyone in my family hates Daemon.
Once they are gone Ill have time to start my real projects.
Ill admit that the first thing I felt after reading this entry was fear.
But maybe they had had a point.
And then I came to my senses.
Johnny has never been anything other than an extraordinary boy.
He took his first steps at just eight and a half months.
I walked to the kitchen and pulled out my heart medication pills.
Ive been taking them ever since my pregnancy with John.
My blood pressure went up and it just never went back down.
I have to take the medication now or Id be at risk of stroke.
Ive been doing it for so long its like second nature to me now.
I dont even pay attention… but the pills in the containerdolook generic.
Id have to check with my next batch, but Im sure its all my head.
Just the other moms getting to me.
Hes calling me from the bathroom.
He knows mommy likes baths just like he does so he told me I have to take one tonight.
He even brought in a radio from his dads office so I can listen to relaxing music.
I told you hes precocious!
I do think Daemon is a bit strange.
But hed never do anything bad.
Not my little Johnny.
Hes going to be a great man someday.
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