When I first laid eyes on my newborn son, I didn’t know that motherhood would impair my vision. On that day when I drank deep the sight of him, all wet and wiggly and wonderful, I had no idea that I’d be prone to blindness. When I lost myself in his baby blues, my labor-weary body ravished by awe, I couldn’t have imagined that…
He walks into the room. You immediately notice. Something about him draws you. He pulls you into conversation and commands the attention of the people around you. You walk away and think, “I like him and enjoyed his company.”
You had a crummy day. Not much went right and you are exhausted. You find yourself in a Grinch mood. As a result, the rest of the day is spent complaining and venting.
A patient told me, “I have kept a secret from my husband. But if I tell him, it could end our marriage.”
