4 Mar
2016
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Making Peace with Glasses

My personality falls strongly under the Type A category. I’m prone to anxiety, organized, sensitive, tend to over-commit, and time-conscious. I’m not a fan of surprises and like to plan for things. These traits, while sometimes helpful as a parent, most of the time leave me exasperated. Raising four children with their own personality quirks seriously messes with my desire for organization and timeliness. Throw into the mix that I can’t read their minds or know what’s happening in their bodies unless they verbalize it, and there are days where I’m flustered by the unpredictability of children.

Thirteen years into motherhood and I’m no longer surprised by forgotten items and activities. My anxiety doesn’t spike quite like it used to when someone remembers they needed a form signed as they’re walking onto the playground or has lost X, Y or Z again. It’s just part of the territory. There are bigger surprises that leave me wondering if I even know these children and maybe my keen ability to watch and learn isn’t as keen as I think.

Last week our third grader had his annual routine eye exam. We had finished all of the doctor’s questions about any concerns we had. We had none. There were no red flags. We were only in because that’s what we do in February. I sat in on the exam believing we’d be in and out. Not so much.

boy having his vision checked

Ninety seconds into the exam, it was clear C needed glasses. I was not prepared, and immediately texted Craig a WTH-message. In C’s defense, it’s only one eye, and he probably can’t tell a difference with the other eye compensating for its weaker partner.  But this is the second time this has happened relating to eyesight and one of our unpredictable kids.

Flashback to when our oldest was a third grader and failed to inform us he was struggling to see clearly. He was at an annual well-child checkup with our family doctor and refused to step into the hall to do a quick eye chart reading. I told the doctor we’d meet her in the hallway and stayed in the exam room with B.

Me: Why are you making this a big deal?

B: Maybe I can’t see very well.

Me: Maybe?!

B: Things in the distance are really blurry.

Me: Awesome time to tell me.

I sheepishly walked into the hall to backtrack on all the questions I had answered reporting that I didn’t have any concerns. As it turns out, I did have concerns — like apparently he can’t see well, and I have no idea what is going on with that kid. He didn’t pass the test, and the doctor knows me well enough that she thought it was funny. B already had an optometrist appointment scheduled, so we moved it a little sooner. He didn’t want glasses, but shockingly, he really did enjoy being able to actually see clearly once all was said and done.

C wasn’t thrilled by glasses either. He’s a sports nut and felt better after we named every athlete I could think of who wears something for eye correction. I may have thrown in a few extra names just to stop the whining. Bless current Denver Bronco and Super Bowl 50 MVP Von Miller for making glasses cool. Reminding C that Miller wears glasses made the anxiety surrounding glasses virtually disappear. Miller’s status and allowing C to pick his frames now have C looking forward to his glasses arriving. The fact that I wear glasses and lead a perfectly normal life didn’t seem to bear any weight on alleviating anxiety. Von Miller is much cooler than his mother.

At least their unpredictability leaves no room for boredom.

 

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