'There are heartbreaking days when Miles carries the burden of expectations he can’t meet, when getting through to him feels like digging through solid rock. The moments when he feels smart are gifts.'
My mother and I smile at each other over the curled fossil of a centipede. The boy we adore is flourishing, his passion uncovered. His past is the blueprint of his true self, always there. We just need to help him dust it off and glory in it.Three years have passed, and it is mid-autumn: sunny and crisp. I’m on the porch, sweeping fallen leaves. School has been dismissed, and clusters of parents and children pass. In my peripheral vision, I see a man and a small boy.
A boy is walking with him. He’s a new neighbor. He is wearing the same shirt, only smaller. He looks up at Miles as they walk. Miles is talking intently, the boy is listening, rapt. The boy’s mother trails behind, holding a toddler’s hand and struggling with grocery bags and a cardboard box diorama. When they reach our walkway, they pause. Miles leans over to the boy and makes a fist. They fist bump. “That’s a cool shirt,” Miles says to the boy, and then he lopes up the porch steps.
Sometimes, when I see Miles unexpectedly, I don’t recognize him. He’s tall and wide-shouldered now. Rough stubble replaces the fluff that used to outline his jaw. When he was younger, I thought we’d never move past the damage hisAfter feeling out of step, even wrong, for years, my son’s shoulders still slope a little, his back hunches. He’s almost a man, but there’s a hesitancy, a lack of confidence.
I don’t know this new family yet. They don’t know us. The boy’s mother turns to me, and says, “Your son has a groupie!” I look at Miles, and I remember the complexity of our relationship. I see the baby I raised, and I see a man I don’t quite know yet. When Miles sees himself, I suspect he sees less than he really is. But this new family? They see a superhero. I’m grateful — because I think that finally, they’re the ones who can see him clearly.
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