My little Dumpling is reading and we spend many hours sounding out words. Many. So when her teacher pulled me aside, I didn’t expect what she said.
C- I think she needs glasses. She strains to see and rubs her eyes a lot.
I looked over where she was playing and began to worry. It’s funny how you can completely miss something until someone points it out. My mind started to mull over every detail of the last 5 years. How in the hell did I not know?
I picked her up that afternoon and started questioning her.
J- Do your eyes hurt? Can you see my face?
D- What are you talking about? I can see your head but my seat is behind yours, mama.
I tend to panic a little when something is potentially wrong with one of my babies. My son was born with a rare eye condition and we spent his first year in scary pediatric ophthalmologist hell. I’m aware this is routine for people who wear glasses.
I’m just one of those lucky assholes with perfect vision. It breaks my heart that I have it and she doesn’t.
She does not share my sorrow. She counted down the days to her appointment and marched in with glee. Her initial exam was difficult to watch. The Dumpling is blind as a bat. She could pick out one or two letters correctly, but even at 2″ tall, she struggled. I fought back tears, feeling like the worst mother in the world that my poor blind child has just been stumbling around in a blurry world.
That glee she rode in on turned to horror with a few well placed eye drops to dilate her eyes for the exam. She climbed into my lap, buried her face in my chest and sobbed.
D- I don’t want glasses anymore.
Out of nowhere, the Long Island Medium of eye wear appeared.
LIM- OH HONEY!!! DON’T CRY! LET’S PICK OUT SOME GLASSES!!!!
Dr.- Full time. She’s nearsighted with pretty serious astigmatism. If she were just nearsighted then she’d see clearly up close, but with her degree of astigmatism, everything is blurry.
Thanks doc. I didn’t feel horrible enough yet. I do now.
The spikey haired screamer is handing my Dumpling a pile of pink frames. Oh no.
LIM- OHH LOOK!!! PURPLE?
D- No thank you.
LIM- HERE! TRY THEM ON?
She’s specific. She’s half shielding her eyes and frowning quietly at anything less than shocking pink. She will not even try another color on. Her patience is running low with the excited saleswoman.
D- Can we be done?
I love kids. I wish I had the balls to say the same.
LIM- I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST!!!!
She runs over and grabs a sparkling pink pair of frames from the top row of kids glasses. I know to stay away from the top row in the store. Regardless of where you are. It’s just as deadly at the liquor store as it is shopping for glasses. I see the tiny one sit up straight and grin.
She slips them on and flashes my own naughty grin back at me.
D- I want theeeeeeeeeeeeeeese.
Of course she does. She’s my daughter. Her father is equally as bad. We are absolutely doomed when she’s a teenager. I shoot a murderous eyebrow at the Long Island Medium.
J- Do I even want to know? Let me guess. They’re the very most expensive, aren’t they?
She smiles, guiltily and nods her head yes. Fucking awful lady. My patience is draining from my already strained face.
LIM- They’d run around $400 with lenses.
J- Absolutely not. We’ll take the $150 version and call it good. Thank you.
I picked the Dumpling up and carried her back to the waiting room, where she gave me hell.
D- But I don’t want those. I want the ‘spensive pink ones.
J- Sorry love, we’ll find them somewhere else for less. That’s wayyyyy too much money for glasses. That lady is a jerk for showing them to you.
Yeah. I hope she heard me.
We went back for her exam after her eyes had time to dilate and I honestly can’t even put it into words. Seeing her take the test again after he’d fine tuned the lenses to correct her vision, was amazing.
The letters started to get smaller and she started to guess faster. I watched them shrink on the screen, heard a giggle catch in her throat… and I bawled. I can hardly wait for her glasses to come in. It’s going to be really amazing to see her see everything again for the first time.
That damn woman followed us out, shouting at the Dumpling that she had 14 sleeps until they were in. I could see the confusion on her face as I pulled her out the door.
D- 14 sleeps? I want to go to school.
J- Don’t listen to that woman. Two weeks and your glasses will be in.
D- WHAT?? That’s the whole reason we came here.
J- They have to make them for your eyes. Patience is a virtue.
D- I’m patient for those pink ones.
J- Damn that woman.
D- POTTY TALK!
Life with a five year old co-pilot is hilarious. I’m awfully excited to see what she thinks when she finally gets to see the world around her. ♥