It started when I found myself applying the “sharpening” tool to all my photos. I assumed my lens was broken. All three of my lenses must be broken because all my photos were blurry.
Then I could no longer color, but no matter, that was just a silly hobby. I set it aside.
The magnifying mirror on my make-up vanity? That was for precision.
What does it take to finally take care of yourself?
Your kid. My kid. My six-year-old got a splinter in his heel and I couldn’t get it out. I couldn’t get it out because I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t see it because I needed reading glasses. I didn’t own reading glasses because I couldn’t be bothered.
I couldn’t be bothered with seeing.
It wasn’t vanity that put me off buying glasses for so long, though admittedly dependence played a factor, it just wasn’t important enough. I often find that if it doesn’t benefit my children, it doesn’t get done. Are you the same way?
Now I look like this sometimes.
When my kids needs their fingernails clipped or legos separated or dollhouse furniture glued I look like this. My son said to me laughing, “Momma, you don’t look like a Momma!” the last time I wore my glasses. I wonder what he meant. I was too busy loosening his swim goggles to ask.
Looking back (way, way back, there, that’s good) it seems crazy that I delayed improving my vision. Where would I be without my kids? No really, where? I CAN’T READ THAT MAP. They make me a better person in so many ways but I never thought they would literally let me see the light.
Now, about my hearing …