We are seated in the tiny eye exam room. I am so beyond stressed that I actually feel kind of calm.
These visits to the pediatric ophthalmologist are not without uncertainty.
Will Full Speed test well?
Is T.Puzzle in a cooperative mood?
I try to convince myself it’s no big deal. I mean only the future of my children’s vision is at stake here.
We wait for the eye doctor.
She breezes into the room with grace and confidence.
She clearly adores my boys.
This helps.
Full Speed is an unexpected rock star of vision testing.
He tests 20/40 in his right eye and 20/30 in his left.
I almost faint.
He then proceeds to read a line of print so teeny-tiny, I’m positive that only someone with superhuman eyesight could read it (no, it’s not that I’m old in the least and had to squint to read the line myself).
I almost faint again.
I get goosebumps on top of my goosebumps. My heart fills with immeasurable gratitude.
It hardly phases me that T.Puzzle is mostly uncooperative. He holds steady at 20/50 and 20/70.
I’ll take it.
During this arduous process of eye surgeries, doctor’s appointments and visits to the ophthalmologist, I have learned that I cannot control the level of vision that each of my boys will attain.
All I can control is how I feel about it.
And today for the first time in my life, I feel absolutely amazing about their vision.
This is one of the best days ever.
