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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.
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
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?
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.
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