EYES THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL

I have always been fascinated with eyes; in fact that is the first thing I notice about people. My mother had the sweetest, deepest blue eyes that could twinkle with delight or stop me in my tracks when I had crossed the line. In fact most of my relatives had bright blue eyes, so I always looked different than cousins, aunts and uncles. There were a few of us with darker eyes, but blue was dominate in our family.

Knowing this, it shouldn't come as a surprise that I was attracted to my husband and his sparkling blue eyes. His eyes have that little bit of mischief that flash when he's not taking life very seriously. Mixing his light eyes and my dark eyes combined to produce our daughter's eyes' green-speckled hazel-tones. Her father's mischief and my icy glints were passed on to her, also. I have been on the receiving end of her flashes of mischief before she has tossed a teasing barb my way. When the Grandlove has tested his mom's tolerance with disobedience, he has been redirected by a quick, stern look from his observant mom. When she laughs, which she does very often, those eyes light up and increase the magnitude of her delight.

Tomorrow I am trusting my eyes to my doctor. He will replace my defective lens, eliminate my cataract, correct my poor vision, thus eliminating my glaucoma. This whole procedure is necessary, but at the same time it is making me quite anxious. Sight is so appreciated by me, of course as it would be to anyone, so that is a given. On the other hand, I am very flinchy when it comes to my eyes. I have a difficult time even putting eye drops in my own eyes. At an earlier time in my life, I suffered for style and wore contacts. Back when I did, there were only hard contacts, but I made myself suffer through the pain of wearing stiff, scratchy, uncomfortable foreign objects stuck to my eyeball. Eventually, the pain and discomfort outweighed my need for contacts and I returned to wearing glasses.

After I have my second eye operation, my vision should be better than it ever was. Truly, I am not enduring "messing" with my eyes for vanity reasons. It's gotten to the point that my lack of clear vision has negatively impacted my life. Night driving isn't easy for me, reading the directory on television is impossible and who knows what colors are really there, as opposed to what I am perceiving.

Until I am able to see the keyboard and computer display I won't be posting any blogs or comments. My husband scoffs at the idea of being my reading eyes until I can see better; which is fine, since I've heard him read books to our daughter when she was little. He would skip pages and get away with it, until our girl was old enough to complain, "Dad, that's not the way the story goes!" We still laugh about this part of our family history.

So, when next I post, I will be halfway through my eye opening transformation. Wish me well, pray for my patience and a complete recovery.