Glasses For Our Sweet Sweets
** As an aside, I know I've been MIA from blogland, but I'm back at it. More later on that, but for now, we'll get caught up on the little things in life around our home.**
A few weeks back Maddie came home from school with a note saying she had failed her vision screening test at school and would need to go to an actual eye doctor for examination. She was quite worried that she would need glasses and in my mind I really didn't think she would need them. Not sure why, I just didn't think it was a big deal because she hadn't been complaining about her eyes.
This past Monday we headed to our Skokie Eye Guy {whom, I might add, I HIGHLY recommend. Great, GREAT doc. If you need his info let me know.} We got settled into the examining room and in walked our doctor and began. You know the routine. Lights dimmed. On the far wall came up the row of letters with the biggest on the top. And he asked her to read the letters. And she could only read the top letter. The biggest letter. Nothing else. And that's when I almost burst into tears. You know, one of those, "Wait. What? My child isn't perfect?" moments. For her to only be able to read the very top letter I immediately thought, "What kind of mom doesn't know her child can't see clearly?" I just felt sick about that. But that was just a fleeting thought and the reality is, she gave no indications that she couldn't see distances so that's why they give tests each year in school.
I've been fortunate, up until I hit 40, to have wonderful eyesight but I've had enough friends back in the day that had glasses that I knew teasing and being self-conscious might be an issue so we decided that she could pick out whatever frames she wanted, whatever the cost, so that she felt pretty in them. Knowing self-image issues with the female race, this was just one of those things that was really, really important to me. She had to feel pretty and confident in them. Bottom line. And so, she picked out the most delightful pair. {Which also happened to be my favorite pair on her but I didn't say a word so that was fun.} They were so perfect, so much so, that when I look at her now it's as if she's always had them; so natural, so beautiful. So Maddie Mae.
Diagnosis: she's near-sighted meaning distances are a blur. As we were driving home she kept saying, "Wow, Mom. I can read that sign over there. And those licence plates, I can see them now." She kept mentioning that before she could see a sign but it was just blurry and now she could read the words and everything was so clear. Who knew?
And so begins this new chapter of our lives. Glasses. Seeing clearly. Seeing distances.
Without further adieu, here she is ... A.DOR.A.BLE...
A few weeks back Maddie came home from school with a note saying she had failed her vision screening test at school and would need to go to an actual eye doctor for examination. She was quite worried that she would need glasses and in my mind I really didn't think she would need them. Not sure why, I just didn't think it was a big deal because she hadn't been complaining about her eyes.
This past Monday we headed to our Skokie Eye Guy {whom, I might add, I HIGHLY recommend. Great, GREAT doc. If you need his info let me know.} We got settled into the examining room and in walked our doctor and began. You know the routine. Lights dimmed. On the far wall came up the row of letters with the biggest on the top. And he asked her to read the letters. And she could only read the top letter. The biggest letter. Nothing else. And that's when I almost burst into tears. You know, one of those, "Wait. What? My child isn't perfect?" moments. For her to only be able to read the very top letter I immediately thought, "What kind of mom doesn't know her child can't see clearly?" I just felt sick about that. But that was just a fleeting thought and the reality is, she gave no indications that she couldn't see distances so that's why they give tests each year in school.
I've been fortunate, up until I hit 40, to have wonderful eyesight but I've had enough friends back in the day that had glasses that I knew teasing and being self-conscious might be an issue so we decided that she could pick out whatever frames she wanted, whatever the cost, so that she felt pretty in them. Knowing self-image issues with the female race, this was just one of those things that was really, really important to me. She had to feel pretty and confident in them. Bottom line. And so, she picked out the most delightful pair. {Which also happened to be my favorite pair on her but I didn't say a word so that was fun.} They were so perfect, so much so, that when I look at her now it's as if she's always had them; so natural, so beautiful. So Maddie Mae.
Diagnosis: she's near-sighted meaning distances are a blur. As we were driving home she kept saying, "Wow, Mom. I can read that sign over there. And those licence plates, I can see them now." She kept mentioning that before she could see a sign but it was just blurry and now she could read the words and everything was so clear. Who knew?
And so begins this new chapter of our lives. Glasses. Seeing clearly. Seeing distances.
Without further adieu, here she is ... A.DOR.A.BLE...
So that's some of our fun news of late. Glasses for our reader. Glasses for our sweet sweets.