I don't want to be blind. I'm grateful for being able to see. Sometimes we don't realize what our brains are doing to make a mental map of our world, even when we can't see a thing.
Last night I needed to get something after I'd gone to bed. I was in a room at my parent's home and it was dark. It was so dark that I couldn't see much of anything, but I needed to get to one of my possessions, regardless.
I got up and walked along the side of the bed. I reached out about where I thought the chair would be and found my purse, right where I expected it to be. I knew where the zipper was on the outside and once I had the compartment opened I found two little bottles of eye drops. One of those bottles contained allergy drops, which I didn't need, while the other contained moisture drops, which was what I had been going for from the start. That bottle was slightly larger and my hands could tell which dropper bottle was larger.
I put the drops in my eyes, returned the bottles, zipped the pocket closed, put the purse back down, got back in bed and pulled the covers over me. That's when I realized I'd, "seen" the entire process as I'd done it. I hadn't actually seen anything, but because I knew what everything looked like, I'd mentally followed along in the dark just like I'd been getting those eye drops in a well-lit room.
The Big Boy Update: On the way to the mountains my son wanted very badly to get to Mimi and Gramp's house. He asked not once, not twice, but five times, "are we there yet?" I couldn't help but laugh at the classic child's question. We don't know where he heard that specific long-car ride question, but he sure knew how to use it at just the right time.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She had a fever last night and today and we're not sure why. It could be a tooth thing again. No one else is sick and my son is overly-energetic after a long ride home from the mountains. Her fever was mostly gone this afternoon. Hopefully she'll be better tomorrow.
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