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I Don't Care If You Think I'm Overreacting

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Last week, my son got glasses.

Now, I know that there are about a million more horrible things that could happen to a kid— at his elementary school, there's a kid who survived cancer, and my Facebook feed is a veritable feast of worst-case scenarios. I get it, we've got it pretty good.

But still, I can't help feeling a little sad and worried about the whole thing.

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In my head, I know that glasses aren't the end of the world. I know that if we had to choose which physical problems our kids had to bear, each and every mom would pick glasses.

Every. Single. Time.

I mean, glasses are nothing. Glasses are a piece of cake. (A very expensive piece of cake, but a piece of cake nonetheless.) Glasses are even having a moment—it seems like everyone's wearing them.

I'm worried that he'll get made fun of. Elementary school kids are not exactly known for their tact ...

So, what's my problem?

As a mom, I want everything to be perfect for my kid. And needing glasses is not a part of that plan. I'm scared that he'll get hurt. He's an active kid, always running around, and I'm scared that he'll get hit in the face and the glasses will somehow break and hurt his face and/or eyes.

I'm scared that his eyes will get worse. My husband has instructed me to just worry about the present and not gaze into the future, but isn't worrying about our kids' future our No. 1 job as mothers?

I'm worried that he'll get made fun of. Elementary school kids are not exactly known for their tact, and I would hate for my son to be the one taunted at school. (Do they even still call kids "four eyes" anymore?)

So, it's okay to be a little sad, isn't it?

Look, for my son, I tried to put things into perspective. When I took him to the glasses store, we treated it like an adventure. He was thrilled to get glasses (and my younger son wants them, too, now), and he had a lot of fun trying on all of the samples. He picked out a pair that's positively adorable, and they even have these cool hinges so that they're kid-proof: he can't break them by opening them too widely.

All of my worrying was for nothing. Then a funny thing happened.

My son declared that getting glasses was cool. He was really excited about it and couldn't wait to show them off to his friends.

I was starting to agree with him—glasses are cool! There's nothing wrong with wearing glasses. He was seeing the blackboard better in school, and he didn't have to get really close to things in order to see them anymore. Glasses were a great thing for my son. All of my worrying was for nothing.

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Then a funny thing happened. I went to the eye doctor for my own yearly eye exam, and, well, It's a good thing that I've come around on the whole glasses thing because, turns out? I need glasses, too.

I wonder if I'll have as good of an attitude about it as my son? (Spoiler alert: I won't. But he does, and that's all that counts.)

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