Wednesday, March 5, 2008
When I was a child, I remember asking my mom if I could have glasses. All the adults I knew had them and I wanted them too.
She took me to the eye doctor and they determined I didn't need them. Good news for my parents, because they didn't have to buy glasses. Eventually I got my wish in sixth grade -- though by then I didn't really want them.
Ever since I have had to wear glasses. I don't care about the way I look, but they hassle is annoying sometimes.
The other day I was looking at Little sister and noticed that her left eye wasn't quite looking at me. She was getting cross-eyed. I had never really heard of kids getting cross-eyed at this point -- 18 months -- so naturally the beautiful wife and I were worried.
We took her to the doctor, who sent us to an ophthamologist, where we found out today that our little girl is extremely farsighted. It was a relief that the crossing wasn't some horrible disease or a tumor. But it was a little disappointing that she does need glasses.
I mean, how are we supposed to keep a pair of $300 glasses on a toddler's face? Half the time we can't get her to leave her clothes on, and we have to make sure she leaves frames on her face?
The doctor assures us that she will notice how much better she can see with them on and will wear them without a problem, but I'm a little skeptical. I guess we'll see at the beginning of next week.
He said that the glasses will correct the crossing too. And he's probably right, I bet it will be harder for me to get used to it than Little sister.
The ordeal isn't over yet though. Now Big sister is telling us that she can't see what her preschool teachers are doing when she sits at the back of the room, and she complains of headaches all the time.
Guess who's going to the eye doctor next?