Today’s assignment is “Pick one of your five senses to focus on each day. Take note of how many gifts come to you via that single port
of entry. Write about this experience.” Can you believe I read the directions two days in a row? I’m shocked, too. 
My sight is key to all the “Mommy, watch this” moments, the showing off of homework or artwork, the appreciation of this beautiful world and the faces of my family. I have so many hobbies that would be next to if not impossible to do if I could not see. I love to read, play computer games, chat on Twitter, write, paint, sew, knit, spin wool into yarn, and so many other things I would have to give up or find new ways to do without being able to see.
When I was in first grade, after having sailed through kindergarten and big print words with high contrast, the low-contrast ditto sheets and small print were too much. My teacher told my parents I wasn’t trying hard enough. A vision screening where I remember watching a movie in a dark room while the doctor checked my eyes revealed an astigmatism and poor eyesight. I will never forget walking out with my new glasses and seeing individual leaves on trees and blades of grass. It was a whole new world. Up until then I knew what a leaf was, and I knew trees had leaves, but I drew them as I saw them with a blob of green for leaves and a blob of brown for the trunk. That moment of awe at seeing the world with new eyes is very vivid in my mind. I am very thankful that I have my sight.
