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Archive for August, 2012

School Supply Shopping Or Sadistic Scavenger Hunt?

This will be my daughter’s first year in public school. As such it is my first experience with school supply shopping. I had listened to my friends complain about this aspect of child rearing, but never really understood what the big deal was. It seemed fairly straight forward. You get the list, you go to the store, you buy what is on the list, right? So I print the list for First Grade off my district’s website, and make what I expected to be a short trip to the WalMart.

I was completely unprepared for the sadistic scavenger hunt I would soon find myself in. First, the school supply isle was covered up with people. I didn’t expect the crowds because school was still a good three weeks away. I still managed to get everything on the list without much trouble. There seemed to be plenty of the things on my list, and I was excited about the adorable NEON pencils I’d found for her.

I was somewhat pleased with myself that I had printed the list before hand, and had completed my task quickly. UNTIL… I walked by the real school supply list. Apparently each school produces its own list each year. Neat! So I looked at the list ( after digging out my magnifier to read the poorly copied ant sized font) and nearly fainted. Not only were there three times the items on this new list, but the items were completely different! The only thing the lists had in common was scissors and pencils. Not just any scissors, but Fiscar scissors. AND not just any pencils, but yellow boring No2 pencils. Good bye totally awesome NEON pencils. Now, not only did I have to completely start over, but I had to put EVERYTHING I already got back! Ugh thank God my husband was there, and offered to return the original supplies.

Long story short we developed a system. Scott stood a little outside the chaos and read the list while I collected the items. Fully sighted school supply hunting is fun on its own, but it is super fun doing it with limited vision. I cannot stand in the back, scan the scissors, and reach over someone’s shoulders to get the brand you need. I have to fight my way to the front, grab a pair of scissors, pull it close enough to my face to read the brand. Then if it is not right I have to put it back, pull the next one down, and check that one. This went on item by item for about an hour and a half! See, super neat!

I was finally down to pencils and hand sanitizer. My heart sinks when I see a huge completely empty box where the boring yellow No2 pencils should be. Really?!?!? I can’t just hop in my car and go to a different store. Just then I hear my husband shout ” She’s got pencils!” the crowd suddenly stopped what they were doing, and descended on the poor woman like seagulls at a picnic. There laying on the floor was a box of unstocked pencils! Now I am normally a nice wait your turn kind of girl, but you better believe I pushed my way in to get the pencils I needed. I was finally DONE!!

As I sat back and surveyed the $60 worth of school supplies in my cart I was incredibly humbled and great full that we were able to buy these school supplies. My daughter’s school is 80% economically depressed, and struggle to get the school supplies they need each year. As difficult as it was for me to gather all the supplies at least I didn’t spend the time worrying how i was going to pay for it all. After realizing this I felt very silly about how frustrated I got over something as temporary and ultimately unimportant as school supply shopping.


So I Married A Blind Guy

Today my husband and I are celebrating our twelfth wedding anniversary. In those twelve years we have bought a house, had three wonderful children, and suffered the loss of my parents. I am sure that each of us had family and friends who were skeptical when we announced our engagement. Some wondered how on earth we would build a life together as two non-drivers. Others worried about our ability to care for future children, and if we would pass our visual impairments on to them. In fact I had an Opthomologist jump down my throat because I was being ” irresponsible” enough to possibly ” create limited offspring” when I politely declined her suggested genetic fetal testing options.

The truth is that I love being married to a visually impaired man. He gets exactly how I feel about my own struggles. He knows how frustrating it is to not be able to easily read street signs or to have to wait on a bus that’s exceedingly late. He also thinks our children are wonderful, and has no worries about our kids inheriting my Aniridia. I never have to wait on him to get home to drive me to the store or take the kids to the park. Don’t get me wrong, I know other VI people who are happily married to fully sighted people. It’s just that we are both fiercely independent, and I doubt that either of us would be down for a relationship with that sort of power imbalance.

There are good things about being a low vision couple. We have to work as a team, and we do a lot of things together that most couples do separately. For example, it takes a long time, and quite a bit of walking to get anywhere. We have hours of uninterrupted conversations just walking to the Walmart. Sure there are some challenges that come our way. Our kids get sick in the middle of the night, we cannot get somewhere on the bus, and we cannot run to the store for something we need last minute. We face these challenges head on together. We trust each other and we trust God. Between the three of us I know there is nothing we cannot accomplish! I cannot wait to see what things God has in store for the next twelve years of our marriage