Dear Jones,
I certainly understand why you would want to be inside the mind of my sweet Potato. The creativity and imagination that he possesses must have been hard for you to pass up. I can’t tell you how many times I have wanted to crawl up there and see the world as he sees it.
You have been a force to be reckoned with. You have hit, and bit, and scratched. You have thrown and broken stuff. Your running commentary has tried to dismantle the quality of our lives. You hang around and spew your foul, deceitful ignorance to my baby, trying to strip him of all his self-worth.
You have really been quite slick, disappearing every once in a while just to make us comfortable, then rear your ugly head and return with force. I have to admit, you have stayed firm and really established yourself in his mind. That really doesn’t say much for you though, after all, it is easy to prey on the frail and the innocent, but you know that; that’s why your still here, right? Sticking around to see just how low you can bring him down and then revel in delight.
Now it’s time for you to listen! You have chosen the wrong mind to invade, dear Jones. Your strength, albeit strong, is nothing compared to the strength that lies within my son. You may have had a stay in his mind for a while, but you have not, will not, and can not touch his heart or his precious soul. Consider yourself under attack.
Potato is never alone, I assure you. He is backed up by the greatest power of us all. He is being lifted up in prayer a plenty and I assure you there is strength in numbers. My young, charming boy has many angels in heaven that wrap him in love and watch over continually. His spirit is gentle and kind, but don’t mistake that for weakness, as it is stronger than you might have initially thought.
He has a heart full of Grace and Virtue. His soul is spunky and loving. He is humorous, clever, abundance in spirit and sensitivity. Loving, enthusiastic, saucy, witty and considerate, he is a true original and not even you can take that away.
In his short eight years, he has run through more obstacles than most do in a lifetime. He didn’t get past those by waving the white flag. No, he has blood, sweat and tears to prove his fight well fought. He will overcome anything you send his way and you will not even be in our memories, because you are not worthy of taking any more space in his, or anyone else’s mind.
Be warned, hell hath no fury like a mother scorned. I will stop at nothing to see you leave. NOTHING! When my baby feels weak, I will fight for him. When he sees you I will cover his eyes. When he hears you, I will sing to him and drown you out. You are most certainly not stronger than the love I have for him. Let me be clear, you do not even come close to touching the admiration I have for and confidence I have in my amazing son.
My baby is a beautiful reality and you are nothing short of a fraud. So, I bid you an official goodbye Jones, forever.
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