Even at sixteen months, it is clear that this boy has a destiny (or density but both can be just as admirable).
I have a boy with a destiny. At least that is my assumption. My boy has beautiful big brown puppy dog eyes; amazing because I have hazel green and my wife has blue. As a matter of fact, the only person I know with brown eyes is the mailman but I’m certain that is just a coincidence. Much like a basset hound, my boy has a way of looking sad with those eyes, even when he is at his happiest. I have come to decide that this appearance of sorrow comes because he has yet to develop his superpowers. These powers, I now realize must be the ability to teleport through walls, not unlike that contraption on Star Trek.
How can I be so certain of his destiny, especially when at 16 months he can only utter single words (the most popular of which is juice and bite) let alone tell me of his confidence in his eventual powers? I must say that my conviction comes from his absolute faith that his powers will kick in at any moment. He will blindly walk into walls which are straight in front of him, as if in his mind they did not even exist. He will, on a daily basis, talk to me in incoherent babble as he heads straight into the wall, table or door which would deter the most faithful of us.
As a matter of fact just moments ago, as I sat writing this article, he tried to teleport through a coffee table head first. What is the result of this failure of his powers to manifest? Well, this time it was wailing and gnashing of teeth for mere moments followed by grabbing his juice and off to track down another toy. Many times the tears are not important to his journey, as often he will simply smack into a wall, jolt his head upright and begin walking again unfazed as to his still absent powers.
His true calling, I can not surmise. Perhaps he will fight against evil forces along side a new generation of Superheroes, like Superman and Batman. If he is lucky he may even hook up with Wonder Woman one day. No matter the outcome, his determination is unwavering, as his multiple bruises and scars will attest. Oh, but criminals beware, for when my boy’s powers do materialize, there is no doubt that he will be a force to be reckoned with.
I suppose we must ask ourselves, are we as certain as an infant child? Are we as unwavering from our life’s calling? Will we stop at nothing, no matter the damage we may receive from our environment and from others? Perhaps my son may simply be a typical boy, ever consumed by toys and cookies, oblivious to the obstacles around him; nevertheless, that matters little, for in truth what is a hero, if not someone who keeps going, day after day, no matter the difficulties of life?
Well, there is another thud; I must be off to check on my Superhero in waiting. Do not worry son, I am certain those powers will develop any day, in the meantime Wonder Woman can wait.
© Copyright 2005 by T. James Musler