Getting Glasses

After postponing for weeks i finally got little miss Haana for her eye exam after school today. She'd been complaining she has trouble reading the board from the back at class. At least part of the procrastination was due to dread. I had been convincing myself that she's complaining for no reason, her eyes are fine. And I didn't want to be wrong on this one.

Well, of course i was wrong. Very sadly so. And little miss Haana needs glasses. She's near sighted; very slightly so. But at this age, it could progress and get worse, so the doctor told her some tips she could use. I am so bummed! Why is this happening! :-(

I used to have glasses. Power of (-3). Got them when I was 15. They were horrible. Having something on your nose all the time, keeping them with you like a crutch. Then sliding down my sweaty nose all the time, or my eyelashes rubbing against the glass and getting it cloudy ever so often. It is a running joke with Softy mausi, nana and nani.. I used to throw and break my glasses when I would get into a fight with Softy mausi and was very mad. In impotent frustration. As a punishment to self for some unexplained angst. For existing, perhaps. I used to get new glasses way too often. And I used to hate all of them. Hate the feeling of being dependent on this inanimate object sitting on my face, every moment of the day. I know its not a big deal, and it doesn't even qualify as a real problem. But in my mind i resented it, warming up later to only treat it as a nuisance. A necessary nuisance. 

I hoped and hoped little miss Haana doesn't need glasses. So beautiful she is. My golden girl. And now behind glasses. So foolish I'm being, I know. Maybe it's my fault with genetics after all. Anyway, she's fine about it. If anything she's bummed she couldn't get them today. 

Oh well..