No, sorry, not that one. This one. The big one.
My wittle, itty-bitty, biggest baby boy looks so growed up.
We finally got this kid an eye exam and it turns out, sadly enough, that his eyesight is worse than mine. And mine sure ain't great. He's only 8. Being a precocious reader plus genetics not in his favor are not a good combination.
So now he's stuck with "speck-TACKles" as he calls them (is that hilarious, or what? I can't bring myself to correct him.).
His amazing discovery of clear sight has been fraught with hilarity. When we walked out of the eye doctor's office, he stopped dead in his tracks to look at the landscaping rocks. Driving home all I heard was, "Mom! Look at that! Mom! Did you SEE that? Whoa! That's amazing!" We've realized why he lost interest in star-gazing and looking for wildlife, why baseball has been a struggle for him, and why he sits so close to the danged screen when we watch movies.
I try not to think about what comes next. If he's anything like his Daddy (and he is), his eyesight may continue to deteriorate for awhile as he grows. Nathan was coke-bottle-boy at 12. And then there's the very strong likelihood of broken/lost glasses. Jonah is only 8, and he's very distractable.
But. I am so glad he can see again. Sight is a gift.
(And I had this thought: maybe this is just a teensy bit like what it will be like getting to heaven. It'll be like getting glasses and seeing everything so clearly for the first time and exclaiming in wonder at everything around. Truly, a gift.)