I love my boys with all of my heart. In my book, Hope Unseen, I wrote that one of the hardest things about being blind is not being able to see my children. The other night the boys were being especially cute and mischievous. I said to Tiff that I just wanted to see their faces.
As odd as it may sound, I try to stare for long moments, hoping there will be a chance to see them but it never happens. When I think about it for too long, I want to cry.
I have come to determine that I cannot dwell on not being able to see them. I can’t put myself in a place of wanting something I will never get. Instead, I work on being the best example and father to my children that I can be in the present…..