Easter Egg Hunting with an Ironic Twist
This was the day that John and I realized our child named GREY is probably COLOR BLIND!
There are so many emojis that I feel belong with that sentence: the one with the shocked eyes and blushing cheeks, the one hiding behind hands with one eye peeking through, a good ol’ face palm.
My dad is color blind, so we knew it was possible that Grey would inherit this trait, but never did it pop up in our conversations around picking a name for our future child. Sigh.
Anywho, we had our suspicions before this particular day. Grey picks up everything really fast, learning the names and sounds for animals, numbers, and letters pretty quick. Colors… not so much. He doesn’t even ACT interested when I try to do a color game with him. So it was already a topic we were discussing.
Grey had just been Easter Egg hunting at our local park. So he knew the purpose of the activity. My friend Amy had packed Grey a bag of eggs filled with healthy snacks for us to take with us when our house got rented, knowing we’d be out of town for the actual Easter holiday. I hid all the eggs in a little cluster of trees in front of my dad’s house since it was really windy that day. I figured the trees would help shield us all. I had left one super bright blue egg outside of the trees to kind of lure Grey to look that directions and then he would see all the other ones.
When Grey stepped out of the house with his little bag, I pointed towards the trees and told him to go find the eggs. He walked right up to the little trail going under the branches, stepped right over the bright blue egg sitting in plain sight against the light tan of the sand beneath it, and ran in to grab an egg he saw sitting nearby.
My dad and I immediately made eye contact and he made a little “schoooo” noise, our family’s expression for “whoa”. Yup, we had all seen that. As a color blind guy himself, dad explained that Grey would be looking for egg shapes, but that the bright blue color wouldn’t have stood out to him. Grey probably saw an egg shape further in the trees that he was running towards, and the blue color didn’t alert him that he was passing one up.
In the end, Grey found all the eggs and enjoyed the snacks inside. And we all enjoyed seeing his excitement.
I’m still working on colors with him to no avail, but at least we are aware that it may be a bit of a speed bump for him as he grows and learns. My dad didn’t learn he was color blind until he failed a test to enter the military at the age of 18. Suddenly, lots of experiences made more sense to him. Thankfully, Grey might not have to wait that long to have his view of the world understood.
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