"This is the date Mei. What is this number?"
|Luke, I am your father…...|
Understand….she can read fine. She's been doing fine in school. There were no clues that she wasn't seeing well. Because she lived out her first year in an institution there are 'holes' in her auditory processing and some other 'learning' based areas. No one else would even notice these….but I know they're there. That's what I thought I had been seeing over the last few months. Hindsight is always 20/20…..right? The kid could and cannot see pretty much anything that's not an iPod playing length away. Period.
Why didn't I catch this? She had had a comprehensive eye exam a couple of years ago by an opthamologist. She passed with flying colors. Now, as we tested her over the weekend it was crystal clear she could barely see an inch from her face…..and because it probably happened gradually….she had no idea. She had never told me things were blurry…..that movies were not clear….make that most of life. Unless it was right in front of her….it was a messy, tangled, blur. She had NO idea….nor we. Y'all, she does five to six back handsprings in a row in gymnastics. She jumps over a vault horse she can't even see! She's at a level where jumping to the high bar on uneven bars is expected…..even when you can't see it. Oy vey. Ever want a re-do on life?
Parent fail. Or was it? Monday morning bright and early cause we were on it…. she was sitting in the optometrists chair who just happens to be a friend of ours. I already knew what was coming. The voice inside me (I completely believe it to be the Lord) had prepared me and I was completely unfazed by the number that was written down on that script. I had already known what it would be. I just knew.
We had prepared Mei Mei over the weekend with the news that she would be getting glasses that day. There was no doubt. We left the eye doctor with a new pair of ADORABLE blue OP glasses on that uber adorable face. All that kid asked for was Elsa Blue glasses so she could look like she lives on the North Mountain, too. Just her, Elsa and Olaf….buddies fo-evah. (If you don't understand this you are totally not cool 'Frozen' nerds like us who live vicariously in Arendale and channel our inner Indina Menzel daily….wait, no….hourly).
It was easy to slip into Motherlode of guilt. Why hadn't I caught this earlier? Why didn't she say something? Why didn't we see the signs? I had been through this very thing 22 years before with my oldest daughter only she was 4 when we caught it. (She actually had an eye disease that reversed itself.)
Oh, Mother guilt is a huge burden to bear……but I decided I wasn't going to play that game.
|The cutest Elsa EVER. Sorry about the vacuum in the background.|
At least the fish on the counter is alive and swimming.:)
Within hours this kid could see. This situation is just a 'thing.' We will press on, cause that's what we do. Press on Moms. You can….one day at a time pressing that can feel like at times you are being flat ironed to the wall pressing. Y'all know what I mean, I'm sure.
Now, I will say…..instead of guilt I felt sad. Sad that she had to endure not knowing. Sad that she thought the world was really supposed to be blurry. Sad that here are so many like her living out their days in orphanages needing vision treatments and getting none. Those orphans are waiting…..waiting not knowing they need help….or if anyone's coming. I'm Sad that Mei's had to endure so much in her little life.
Sad that our recent trip to Disney was spent with her really not seeing it. Sad that when we saw Elsa and Anna from a distance…..she really wasn't even seeing them. There's a difference between misplaced guilt and a deep sorrow. Guilt has no place in a Christian's life…..a life that has been transformed by the sovereign hand of God. Sorrow can be used as a motivator. How??
We're going back to Disney World…..real, real soon…..with our little Elsa.