Tara Tainton Overdeveloped: Son New

Tara thought about all the quiet choices: the pancakes, the art C, the clubs that let mistakes live. They hadn’t dulled his gifts; they’d humanized them. Overdeveloped, she realized, was a word the town used when it feared complexity. What Milo showed her was that development without softness was simply acceleration; development with softness was an invitation—to mess, to mend, to meet. She smiled and squeezed his hand, feeling small and enormous at once, glad that whatever he became, he’d learned to bring others along.