Monday, May 11, 2020

My Son’s Face

My son is home from college. His freshman year cut short by this pandemic. He’s still taking classes, online, from is room. But that’s not what this is about.

I came upstairs the other day and he said ‘what do you think?” 
“About what?’
“About my face?!” Incredulous.
Blank stare....
“OMG I shaved!”
I’m sorry, did you have facial hair?

But when I look at him I don’t see the man in front of me. 
There are layers upon layers of memories through which he filters.
His infant disgust, his toddler frustration, his boyish delight .... all of those faces are still there.
Most people can’t see them but I can.

I wonder what he really looks like.

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