Being 14 years old already sucks enough or at least I thought it did. Then throw in your mom going blind within a matter of 8 months…it was more than this young teenager wanted to deal with. Adding that into my melting pot of teenage problems, I felt like my life was beginning to unwind. I say problems in a loose fashion because in all reality there weren’t big problems, but to a fourteen year old girl they were. It was the end of the world if I didn’t get to see my crush in the hallway and in my mind that was equivalent to my mom going blind. Probably the worst part was trying to explain this to my friends, who were all also freshman in high school, you can imagine how that went. No one understood what was going on and the most hurtful thing was that some people didn’t believe me.
Rewind to 4 months before my mom was diagnosed, we went on this week long Disney trip with our entire family, it was and still is my fondest childhood memory. It’s kinda crazy to think about how it all landed perfectly for us to have one last trip before, in my perspective, life. hit. the. fan! As my freshman year flew by, I almost felt numb with everything that had happened, it was like I wasn’t even in my own body, I didn’t recognize my own life. This feeling went on for a while, then there was one specific night that I remember just completely losing my sh*t, I was in full hysterics and layed in my moms arms as I cried out to her “ I’m so sorry this is happening to you”. This was the first time within the first year of this happening that I cried about this.
Wowza! This blog seems depressing but I promise you it’s about to get better. Fast forward to sophomore year , things are still tough but I’ve TOTALLY accepted it by now (well I thought I did) but but really I’ve just now fully accepted it recently. Honestly this whole situation has made my mom and I pretty much best friends, we now have too many inside jokes to count. There is this one where we have this special laugh for each other, if you’ve seen The Grinch, think of his “laugh” and that’s pretty much it. Even though she can’t see me she knows my mood at all times, she can tell the type of day I had at school by the way I simply walk into the house. Recently I got my permit and I FINALLY drove my mom to the local grocery store which is less than two miles away and boy that was an experience. But honestly it was a huge step in her having trust in me and I felt it was a big milestone in my life and hopefully in hers as well.
Long story short, my mom’s blindness kinda sucked in the beginning but now it’s just my life. It could be so much worse, so I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. Dealing with this has made me into the person I am today and I like this person. This person is feisty, strong, courageous, caring, brave, fearless and loving. This person is me. I’m Molly… the daughter of GGB.
GGB note: I was thrilled when my daughter wanted to write a blog post for Girl Gone Blind! Molly is now 17 years old and a senior in high school. I am incredibly proud of her and the strong, empathetic, and independent woman she is becoming. Love you bunches Molly! xo