I don't know what you worry about when you obsess over your kid's future, but I worry about Elijah's eyesight. We've had a lot of conflicting opinions over the years as to how poor his vision is, but for the most part, he seems to see what he wants to see. He recognizes every person, every color, every TV show, every toy. Still, the worry nags at me.
Tonight, Eli called out to me in the dark, just a few minutes ago, in fact. Since he was a little wired, we decided to take a nighttime stroll in the backyard. I thought we might see the moon, but she won't appear for another few hours. And here's the first thing Elijah says to me:
"Ooooh, stars! Hello, stars! We love you, stars! Clifford loves stars! Ruff ruff!"
That was with his glasses off. I took my own glasses off and couldn't see the stars. So his vision was better than mine tonight. And for a final poignant note to the story, I'll add this. Last night about 2:30 a.m., after I got Eli back to sleep, I took the dog out for a walk and looked at the stars myself. I saw a shooting star, and instead of wishing on stars, I always say a prayer, because why waste a wish on a deaf universe when its Creator is listening? I asked God to show me a sign that Elijah is doing well and everything's going to be alright. And one night later, same back porch, same blanket of stars, voila.