Rainbows Require Rain

I've spent some time at Jacob and Ami's house. I ought to have been perfectly qualified to keep Simon safe, fed and happy. I should have been capable of maintaining an easy level of function when no major household tasks were required. Though old and feeble compared to my mothering days, and recovering from eye surgeries, I did not anticipate the challenge, accurately.
1. Simon is two. He has begun to react to input and discovered there are choices. He has preferences and expectations. And a temper.ie "No change diapy!"
2. When I get tired enough, my standards for entertainment crash. ie "Ok, Simon, you can watch the Baby Einstein video again, even though you've seen it 6 times today."
3. I'd forgotten that just because I do a,b and c, it does NOT follow that the child will respond as programmed. ie Cut up the sandwich into cute bites and tell silly song/stories to seduce the boy into eating...and he spits it out, screaming. However,
4. It's a joy and a privilege I wouldn't trade for all the diamonds in Africa. ie "I lub you Gandma."

Sight

All my life, ALL MY LIFE, I have been just a bit short of blind. I've had glasses, thank goodness, and wore contact lens for many years, rejoicing in every new prescription that made things better once again, for awhile. I've sat in the front row of every school class, church meeting,theatrical performance or concert (paying more for such seats) whenever I could. And to learn how to see beyond my physical ability, I became a painter, viewing the world with my heart, more than my eyes. I've been grateful to see at all. Then, a few years ago, I began a frightening journey that could have led to complete blindness. The retina detached from my right eye, leaving a tear and a field of blankness. It was repaired through the miracles of modern technology and the healing help of faith and divine power. But the journey wasn't over, yet. Cataracts have been developing, again threatening my vision. The surgery for that poses certain risks for anyone, but are higher for people like me, with retinal weakness and out-to-lunch myopia. But I felt peaceful as I prayed for comfort and have gone ahead with the operation. The first one is behind me. The second only a couple of days away. Even with just one eye done so far, I have been thrilled beyond description. How does one find words! I guess these three will have to do: I CAN SEE! I can SEE! I CAN see! I. Can. See!