Last week the boys had their six-month eye check-ups. They were reluctant participants because they knew they had to have dilation drops. They hate those. Despite their reluctance and the over three hours we spent at the ophthalmology clinic, we ended up having a great time. It’s kind of nice getting to spend time with them during school hours and getting out of school early almost makes dilation drops bearable. Almost.
As we sat in the waiting area hoping pupils were dilating, a strange thing happened. I noticed nearly every under five-year old was in a state of meltdown or duress. There were harried mothers running amok trying to corral and soothe these very distressed children. They were wiping noses, handing sippy cups out to no avail and looking rather frazzled.
Then, it dawned on me. That used to be me. Times two. I sat back in my chair and let this realization wash over me. I glanced to my left and there sat Full Speed happily immersed in a thick chapter book. I glanced to my right and there sat T.Puzzle quietly. He was too tired from fighting the dilation drops earlier and chose just to sit in silence rather than do anything else. Let me repeat, he sat in SILENCE.
As my eyes swept over the waiting room that was quickly turning into a scene from a monkey island zoo exhibit, I thanked my lucky stars that miraculously my boys seemed to be two of the best behaved there.
I never thought I would live to see the day.
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Congrats on graduating to the next level at the eye doctor. I was just at the eye doctor myself last week. I am with the two boys, I hate the drops!! And my drops took forever to wear off this time. I had a “vision” in the morning that my eyes were still going to be dilated and stay that way forever. I truly believed it. I was so relieved when I woke up and they were back to normal!