I sometimes wish I could have a scheduled amount of time where I have my full sight. For example, five minutes every week. Or an hour every month. When you have an aspiration such as this it is usually not developed, it is ethereal, its only absolute characteristic being that it is visceral, originating from your heart, your mind and your soul.
I, of course, have played around with the nitty-gritty: what EXACTLY would I do with this precious window of opportunity?
There are, in no particular order, the practical and the fun things:
Pluck my eyebrows.
Plug something into an electrical outlet.
Trim my fingernails.
Clean my house without missing dust and dirt.
Make or bake something using my recipe binder rather than my iPad, easily seeing ingredients, measuring cups and spoons.
Read prescriptions, instructions and greeting cards.
Check if that mole on my arm has changed shape.
Put toothpaste on my toothbrush.
Walk without worry of falling.
Read a “real,” non-electronic book wherever I want – the couch, the bed, the bathtub, the front porch.
Ride a bike outside without fear of getting hurt.
See Piper’s colors.
See my husband’s face, his facial hair was not gray in 2012.
See my friends’ faces.
See what my face looks like thirteen years after last laying fully-sighted eyes on it.
Really see this country as I travel: the ocean, the snow-covered mountains, the red rocks of Sedona.
See our beloved Seahawks players and yard lines of Lumen Field during a game.
And, of course, I could drive. This is the one that is almost too much to think about, to imagine myself gripping the wheel, the feel of the brake pedal under my foot, the strange sensation of being on the other side of the car after only being a passenger for over a decade. To put the car in drive, to be able to see the different gears. I would not make it to the end of my street before I would have to pull over from the emotion. Even as I type this I have to “pull over” and take a minute.
There is so much more I could do with this phenomenal gift of proper vision. As I think about it, I realize that they all should go under a category entitled “Luxury.” Although at first sight these would not be considered indulgent activities, they most certainly are to me.
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