The Eyes Have It

We could tell early on that Errol had some vision difficulties. We drove to Charlotte (Cary, not Errol) to see a pediatric ophthalmologist (the patients are young, not the doctor) who told us that Errol was blind and that there was nothing we could do about it (what a cruel diagnosis, it's hard to be left without a shard of hope). Spend one minute with the little man and you'll see that the doctor was very wrong. Errol can see; not across the room, not down the hall, but he can see, and he loves it. Errol’s eyes are in constant motion, darting from mama, to the daddy, to the dog’s tongue, then back to mama. Wave at Errol, and he'll wave back; make the sign for "eat" (we’re all learning to sign) and his whole body will convulse in a huge full body smile; show him a picture of Larry Craig, and he'll start to cry. Errol doesn't have great vision, but he has vision, it's getting better, and there is something we can do about it (like get a second opinion). We've been to another ophthalmologist who confirmed our parental diagnosis that Errol can, in fact, see. Sometimes the most basic things are the nicest to hear. And although I could have told you, and Errol could have shown you, it was nice to hear a doctor say it. Come hold him for a few minutes (Errol, not the doctor), and you'll see for yourself. Just don’t mention Senator Craig.