I look around my house all the time, but today I found myself counting the blessings of the words all around me.
“Life is not measured by the breaths you take but by the moments that take your breath away” hangs over my beloved bay window.
“Simplify” graces one of the end tables by my favorite spot on the couch.
“Live, laugh, love,” hangs above the kitchen sink where I frequently steal any and every scrumptious morsel that falls to the ground.
“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do, are in perfect harmony” hangs in the hallway where dad throws my toys for me to fetch.
These messages are all such fantastic reminders of what it means to be alive, and yet I live most of my days without giving them a second glance.
Sight is funny that way. I’ve noted before how familiarity with our surroundings can make us lazy. Today I wondered how our perspective would change if we could no longer see. It reminds me of a story I heard once about a little girl who got her first pair of glasses when she was four-years-old.
Her kindergarten teacher thought she was over-exaggerating. Surely this little girl didn’t really suffer from chronic headaches, she thought, and she is too smart to be struggling with her alphabet. The teacher suggested to the little girl’s parents that she see a child psychologist for her apparent emotional issues.
This was puzzling to the parents, who knew their daughter to be happy and healthy other than those darned headaches she was having all the time. It all made sense at the optometrist office when the little girl couldn’t identify the big birthday cake on the screen they use in place of the big “E” for children in eye exams. While she had almost perfect 20/20 vision in her right eye, it turned out she had 20/400 vision in her left eye. At four-years-old, my forever mom was diagnosed as legally blind. The optometrist prepared her parents for the reality that the sight may not be fixable and as a result she may never be able to drive.
The parents were devastated, but from that moment on there was no stopping them on their mission to improve the eyesight of their baby girl. It was awfully hard on them to see her sitting inches from the television to watch her favorite movie “The Little Mermaid” (for the hundredth time). Instead of singing along to “Part of Their World” like usual, she cried and cried because she couldn’t see Ariel. The patching of her good eye was excruciating for all parties involved.
Sight is indeed one of life’s most simple of gifts, Sarah Ban Breathnach reminds us in Simple Abundance, and it should not be taken for granted.
“Today really look around at your world…Smile at everyone you meet because you can see them,” Breathnach writs. “Never forget that the gift of vision was so important that when God created the world, the first command was for Light in order to see, and after the Great Creator finished with each day’s task, He glanced back on his handiwork and ‘saw that it was good.’ We need to see how good it is too.”
More than 20 years later, my forever mom now has 20/30 eyesight in her left eye. She calls it her “little miracle” in life. Because her parents believed when even her eye doctor lacked faith, she has the blessing of sight and all that comes along with it.
The senses are a funny thing, after all. We can hear but not really listen. We can touch but not really feel. We can eat but not really taste. All of these oddities came to mind today when I realized how powerful it is to look and really see.
You are a very wise puppy my friend! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
That Wiley really is wise…and too cute!!
Aw! Thank you friends!
Well, you’ve done it again, Wiles. A truly excellent post. And, you hit close to home for me – I’ve very expensive glasses just to lighten how heavy the Rx is, BUT I can see and I cherish it. Love you, HuntMode
Sight is something to be cherished! I’m so happy you are blessed with a prescription that makes the world a brighter place. 🙂
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If you have not discovered Wiley’s Wisdom yet, he makes my heart sing. HuntMode
Oh doggie! I’ve only ever been re-blogged once before! What an honor! Thank you!!!
Oh Wiley, this was simply wonderful. I’m so glad your forever Mom has her sight. It means she can see you and rejoice in the fact that she has such a wonderful friend.
I was thinking about that too – how our lives could both be different if her miracle hadn’t happened and she hadn’t been able to see me. It was love at first sight so that may have been a problem. 🙂
That is not a “little miracle” – that is a BIG miracle. And we are all better for it!! Thanks for reminding me to take a look around. Right next to my window, where I stand guard all day, is a plaque that says, “We do not remember days; we remember moments.” Perfect. Nobody lives in the moment more than we dogs do!
Love and licks,
Indeed I suppose it is a big miracle – and one for which I am so grateful! I love that quote about living in the moment! You are right about us doggies, dear friend. 😉
That is simply lovely!
Thank you so much! I love it when I see new paw prints on my pages! Please come visit me again soon!
That was really touching, Wiley. It feels good to read about your mom’s “little miracle”…
It felt good to write about such a fabulous miracle. High paw, pal!
Good dog! – love this photo too
Thank you! Sometimes mom poses me for pictures, but this one was all me. 😉
This is something I often think about, Wiles…you wrote it so well. I am so grateful for my senses.
Blessings seem to come alive in some of the most obvious (and sometimes forgettable) of ways. Big cuddles to you friend!
Beautiful blog post! Great photograph too!
Thank you friend!!! Good to see you! High paw! 🙂
Exquisite. Be where you are~at every moment~and see. Might want to listen to less news, and more music too. Just sayin’. Music helps you see.
Thank you so much! I love seeing new faces on my pages! Yes, I do love music. And I’ve been trying to avoid the news lately. 🙂
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Wiley, I would agree that sight is a gilf often overlooked. I once worked with a woman that needed a 32″ monitor to read the contracts she was the CO of, and she was the best damn CO I ever worked with. She was kinda like the 4 yr old squinting, and getting closer and closer. Sometimes she would ask me to read a particular section, as we worked together. Not being the best public reader I was often embarassed, But Haze never let that interfer. This was a great post, and should make each of us grateful for what we have. Thank you and take care, Bill
Hello again! Any friend of Huntmode is a friend of mine. Welcome back! Thank you for sharing your story and for your kind words. They bring warmth to my little doggie heart.
Lots of love,
Wyles, I have a follower who has made it his mission to go back to the beginning of my blog and read every post…. And he comments, too! This has allowed me to see some old stuff that I’d forgotten. Case in point, this entry of yours from April. Such a beautiful, important post. I reblogged it and it was only the second time you’d been reblogged. Who knew what a famous writer you were to become over the following months! This post is even better second time around. Love HuntMode
I saw that! I recognized him from another blog you mentioned me in, and made sure to thank him for visiting. How fabulous that he is going back to read every post now! And goodness, April feels so long ago now. Thank you for your kind words – they always have a way of brightening up my days.
Lots of love,
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Mom loses her glasses once a week. Such is life.