Seeing clearly.

Over the summer, we noticed that Jonah was squinting while watching his Pokemon show on Saturday mornings. When school started, he had to have his seat moved to the front of the room, because he couldn't see the board. Even with his seat moved, he was still having trouble reading the homework assignment. One day he came home and said that when his teacher wrote with the orange marker, it was like she was writing in invisible ink.

We were waiting for this. Genetics were not on his side. I got my first set of glasses in fourth grade. Steve got his in first grade. We were hoping to put off the glasses until January, when we could add Jonah to Steve's eye plan, but after the orange marker incident, we felt we couldn't put it off any longer.

So, Saturday morning we trekked over to Pearl Vision on Route 17 and got him his first pair of glasses. Blue wire rimmed glasses. In an hour, he could read the small letters on the bottom of the eye chart. 

He was amazed at how different the world looked with his new glasses. He rejoiced at all he could see. "I can read that sign, mom! I can see the leaves on the trees." He kept raising and lowering the glasses to compare the before and after. He didn't realize how bad his eyes were until he got the glasses.

I envy Jonah's new focus. I've been working on two different writing projects for the past month, but they aren't coming together. I have to commit to either writing academic papers or popular articles. I have to make clearer lines between professional time and mom time. I have to purge myself of the psychic baggage of my academic career. Things are slowly coming together, but I'm impatient. I would like a one-hour trip to the eye doctor to put things in sharper focus. I need a little more time.