My eyes were a masculine light green when I was little. They weren’t as nice as Jean or Jake’s baby blues, but they were unique. Everyone who saw me would’ve said I had nice eyes, if only both eyes pointed in the same direction. I had an astigmatism and amblyopia. That means I had a lazy eye, which was fitting because I was lazy. My left eye looked straight and my right eye looked in toward my nose. I was focused and introspective at the same time. I told the daycare kids that I was special because I could look at two things at once. When I saw both images though, I got a headache, because I was special.
I had a couple of surgeries to move the lazy eye over. The first moved the eye too far and the second brought it back so it kind of looked straight. Then I got thick glasses so I could see the ladybugs on the blades of grass. To complete the ensemble, I got a patch for the left eye to strengthen the right. In whole, I was a pirate with one good looking, albeit weak, green eye.
And so I’ve been worried about Zach’s eyes since he was in utero. I prayed for strong clear eyes with plenty of depth perception and personality. We had three sonograms and his eyes were closed in every one. I prayed he would get my nice eyes and mom’s nice skin. And he came out awake and opposite: blue skin and brown eyes. Alas.
But over these last few days, his eyes were lightening. I Skyped my parents to show them. That his eyes were now like mine.
“No, Jim,” they responded, “Zach’s eyes are nothing like yours, they look the same direction.”