I Can See All Obstacles In My Way

Not really!

I had to give in to age this weekend, and dig out my glasses. I'm struggling to see distance these days, and since I was given a prescription over 10 years ago, I've very rarely worn the bloody things. However, this last wee while I've realised that I'm just not seeing what I need to see, like, the time on my phone, the channel on the TV, street signs, and so it goes on.

Eyes! What do we know?

When Steven was 4 he had an eye test! Why do they give kids eye tests, when they have the attention span of a Gnat, and absolutely no interest in what shapes are being put before them on a board?

At the eye test, the doctor called us into his room after the examination. During this examination, Steven had looked out the window, on the floor, through a book, danced around a bit, pretended he was a power ranger, pretty much everything but look at the words.

Apparently, Steven had a very, very severe sight problem. It was so severe, he was going to have to get glasses, at that moment, and he was never going to be able to take them off again.

My poor baby. I had been letting run around, blind. We left the hospital with the prescription and took him to the opticians, and got required specs, and plonked them on his face.

My baby wasn't my raggle taggle baby any more. He was delicate. I had to take greater care of him, because he had glasses and couldn't see.

As the week progressed, we noticed that his eyesight actually seemed to be worse. He walked into door ways, he tripped up often. He complained of sore eyes.

My husband, who does have bad eyesight, took the glasses off him. He knew, he said, what it was like to wear glasses that weren't quite right. Steven reverted back to Wild Child.

After 8 weeks, during which time I tried to stick the glasses on his face when his dad wasn't looking, we had to take him back for a check up. The doctor looked at his eyes, checking for further deterioration. And coughed. Erm. 20 20 vision. No problem. Couldn't explain it. Glasses not required any more.

When Tooli turned three, the nursery got cards for the eye tests. Gran took Tooli. Tooli, being the most intelligent member of our family, looked at the Doctor who was holding up the cards. "I'm three, I can't read".

Nuff Said!