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Ah can't see...

My daughter is blind in one eye.

Amanda spent a long winter walking into walls, falling off of skis and getting totally owned in dodge ball. We had to patch her good eye and let her stumble around for a bit. And I do mean, patch and stumble. No light brighter than a twenty-watt bulb in a dark room. Take the tape off in the tub, but make sure the light is dimmed first. Wear these granny shades in the car, the tape might leak. We’re talking no light. It’s amazing she didn’t toddle off a cliff. This went on for months.

It wasn’t pretty, but we all survived and for reasons that no longer matter, it was necessary. Insurance is good and the brain is a funny thing.

Still, years later; I can honestly say that her vision, or lack of, has had no impact on her life. Until yesterday.

Friday, her class watched some large screen 3-D movie, the kind with silly glasses. Over dinner, Pooh mentioned that she didn’t know what the big deal was. It’s just 3-D. Then she looked wistful and said, “Dad, you know I wouldn’t see it anyway. I never have.”

I’m not looking forward to the day she wants to fly jets.