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Glasses

Last year I discovered my son needed glasses.  I was shocked.  Completely and totally shocked when he failed the eye exam at the pediatrician's office.  And then even more shocked when we went to the eye doctor and I learned how deficient his eyes were.   You would think he would have noticed that he couldn't see?   But I guess not.

And being a 10 yr old boy he was adamant that he was not going to wear glasses.  I refused to argue with him about it, figuring that he would change his mind.  Or I would duct tape the glasses to his face.  But still, for days and weeks leading up to the appointment he would carry on about how he was absolutely not going to wear glasses, no matter what. Last year I discovered my son needed glasses.  I was shocked, completely and totally shocked when he failed the eye exam at the pediatrician's office.  And then even more shocked when we went to the eye doctor and I learned how deficient his eyes were.   You would think he would have noticed that he couldn't see?   But I guess not.

And being a 10 yr old boy, he was adamant that he was not going to wear glasses.  I refused to argue with him about it, figuring that he would change his mind.  Or I would duct tape the glasses to his face.  But still, for days and weeks leading up to the appointment he would carry on about how he was absolutely not going to wear glasses, no matter what.

The day he actually got the glasses he decided he loved them.  As we pulled out of the driveway at the glasses place he stuck his head out the window and exclaimed, "I can see the leaves!  I can see the grass! I can see the signs!"  And then he read them all for me for the entire way home; making sure that I was following the speed limit.

It was funny, but after that he never again mentioned that he didn't want to wear glasses.  Especially once we got home and he realized that he could see the television clearly from across the room.

Yesterday morning he woke up and suddenly his glasses were broken.  How exactly they broke is something of a mystery.  According to him, he put them on and they just broke, of their own volition, in a seemingly spontaneous act of self-breakage.

When I broke the news that he might have to wait a few days for a replacement pair he was distraught.  How would he see?   I was tempted to remind him of how much he had whined the previous year.  How many days and weeks he had argued with me that he was not going to wear glasses.  How many tantrums I had to endure.  And now?  He was doing the opposite because his glasses had broken.

It is a thankless job, this parenting thing. 

We ended up fixing the glasses in a manner that would make MacGyver proud, with the inside of a ballpoint pen and some tape.   It just so happens that he has his yearly eye exam next week so we will be waiting until then to replace his glasses.  I am sure that when he needs to get a new  prescription and new frames it will somehow be my fault too.   

But what would I so without someone to tell me from the back seat how many gray hairs I have on the back of my head?  And what would he do without a mother who will show photos of him in his taped up glasses to any future prom dates?  
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