Both Ben and I were super bummed over the weekend.
MY FIRSTBORN NEEDS GLASSES!!!!!
I moped around for a while like it was the end of the world. And yep, you might have probably guessed it; I didn’t stop lecturing him about his posture, reading under poor lighting and all his terrible pussy habits like putting his head on the table while doing his work.
Just like what my mom did to me.
Yep, I gave it my all this weekend. I gave it ALL back.
I had worn glasses all my life since I was 7 and had lived half of it in total inconvenience of severe myopia and astigmatism until this five-letter word saved my life at the age of 28.
It was no fun at all, being a specky. I knew it. I hated being one. And I made sure Ben knew how horrible this might mean to his life.
And he was really disappointed too.
For him, it came like a huge unannounced tidal wave that swept him off shore while he was completely unaware. For the longest time, he was confident he wouldn’t need glasses. Till now, he still claims he sees well in class.
But why 6/18????
“I can’t see the last line of super tiny words lah! So so small!” was his reply, referring to the recent eye assessment at the health check in school
I am feeling a little helpless now and a little at a loss as to what to do. One school of thought tells me, go get his spectacles fixed as soon as he can before he squints his eyesight downhill. The other says, don’t be in a hurry to prescribe glasses for him. There are other things like hard contact lenses, eyes drops, TCM accupuncture and gardening to try.
For now I have yet to do anything – but how long can I wait it out before I find the right solution and / or the right school of thought to subscribe to?
Crowdsourcing for ideas here, on the blog, if you have any thoughts!
Till then, we are trying to get used to the fact that my specky boy would be looking like this:
Yes, this NERDY.