I’m not special. I’m busy. I’m different. I’m impatient and frazzled more than usual these days. I’m a mom.
So don’t sweet talk me or give me hollow compliments. You never had to prove anything to me. I’m a Vampire. You never have to prove yourself to a Vampire.
That is what I said to the creature who stood before me the other night. I was out with my 18 year old son and we met some people for dinner. Our dinner. You know, we’re Vampires. It’s OK. When we were done with our tummies full and our “friends” empty of a few pints of blood and full of sweet dreams, we quietly headed for the car. Halfway down the alley we were stopped by a stranger, or someone I thought was a stranger.
His face was in the dark as he asked if we were having a nice evening. I took my son’s arm and gave a nod, ready to move on when the man stopped in front of us.
“You don’t know who I am.”
I looked at him in the face and I knew. It had been at least 80 years but I knew him. I can’t even start to tell you how annoying it is when someone from my past shows up when I’m with my kids.
“I know Vampires never forget. And I’d never forget you Juliette. You’re still just as beautiful as the last time I saw you.”
We made a little bit of small talk. He complimented me several more times. Then we went our ways like ships that pass in the night. Just signals of those who might or might not meet in port one day.
“Who was that mom?” Garrett was naturally curious about the person we’d just me.
“He’s a Warlock. We used to run in the same circles, kind of sort of. There was always something about him that made my skin crawl.”
“He seemed nice enough.”
“He is, but…”
“He’s a Warlock?”
“He was such an asshole. It has nothing to do with him being a Warlock. We had a lot of the same friends. That is all. It is what it is.”
We talked a bit more. Just another night of a week full of annoying things that fortunately are separated by really nice things, like evening with my son.
Garrett and I talked for the next hour about people we know and our plans for the summer and his graduation from high school. We talked of college and the people he’ll meet. There will be new friends. Some will last for a year. Some will last forever. Some will come and go from our lives like shadows.
We came home to find my husband Teddy and daughter Clara watching Lizard Lick Towing. I know, we’re Vampires who have sunk to the lowest of low, but at least it was good to see some daddy/daughter bonding. They watch Bar Rescue together too. So much for Gothic Vampire stereotypes.
I told Teddy about my old Warlock acquaintance. He used to be among my circle of friends a long time ago but we grew up and all moved on. It wasn’t the wrong time wrong place situation. It was just time to move on.
Just like with my children and the end of the school year, it is time to move on.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
This post was first published May 2014.