And I showed him what kids meant when they asked what was wrong with his eye.
And I pulled up on his eyelid and showed him how the doctor was going to make both of his eyelids the same.
And I watched him as he realized that there was something different about his eyes.
And then he and I shared the rest of our lunch together.
Since birth, our opthomologist has been watching his eye very closely. I knew this day would come- the perfect window before he begins school to 'fix' his eye. And it is now. Like a flash it is upon us. It is scheduled. But I can't help but to wonder if we are doing the right thing. I find his entire being to be completely perfect. I believe God made him exactly how he wanted him. And I find his eye to be a bit charming. I can imagine as a grown man it could be part of his character. And yet we are going to continue on with the surgery. A surgery that will do more than to correct is eye, it will protect his self esteem. Because kids are mean and they tease, and will continue to do so. This is supposed to be the right thing to do.
But it sure is weighing on my heart.