Sight

Two months ago, Claire went to the eye doctor because we were concerned about her having a possible lazy eye. After her initial eye exam, the doctor said that, yes, she does have a drifting eye, but with her eyes having been dilated, it was much more dramatic, so he wanted to see her again, sans dilation.

Last week, Matt took her for her follow up and it was completely conclusive – she needs glasses in order to strengthen her eyes. She chose a fantastic purple tortie frame with purple and blue leopard print on the sides.

Today we picked them up.

(This is Claire’s self portrait while driving home. She can work my iPhone better than me, I swear.)

The glasses were totally made for her face. As I told her on the drive home, “You couldn’t look more beautiful if you tried.”

In the car, Claire kept saying things like, “Wow! I can see far away!” “MOM! LOOK AT THOSE LETTERS ON THE SIGN!” “DID YOU KNOW THAT THOSE WERE THERE?! I HAD NO IDEA!!!”

It almost brought me to tears. It was like she was seeing the world for the very first time.

This brought me back to when I got my first pair of glasses.

At my fifth grade parent-teacher conference, Mr. Janke (pronounced Yank) told my Mom that he was concerned that I was having problems seeing.

See, I had no idea. None whatsoever. I only knew the world to be fuzzy. I often remember wondering what was wrong with me, why everyone else could see the world clearly and I simply could not.

When my mom took me to the eye doctor, I was having a hard time grasping how poor my vision truly was. The eye doctor took me out to the waiting area with a lens and asked me to look out the window at the strip of buildings. He asked me to read the Sinclair gas station sign. I told him I couldn’t. Then he held up the lens in front of my eye and asked me again.

Even now, 18 years later, it brings a tear to my eye and a chill to my skin. I could read that sign. I could see the dinosaur on the sign. It wasn’t, in fact, a blob in the distance. There were letters. And numbers. And trees. And on those trees were leaves. And wisps of white in the clouds.

It was amazing. Simply amazing.

Sight is truly a gift. An amazing gift that I had been missing out on.

Sure, I wasn’t always fashionable, but damnit, I could see Niagara Falls.

And as I grew older, I got classier frames.

These particular frames I had for about 8 years before I got the frames I wear today.

(That’s Maelie. And it was 6:30 AM and I hadn’t slept in 24 hours. Just call me Jack Bauer.)

I obviously wear contacts, but every so often, glasses aren’t so bad. And I won’t really complain about them because with out them, I can’t see for shit.

Not to mention, they keep my hair out of my eyes.

(Senior pictures, what, what!)

I’ve been considering Lasik eye surgery for a while now, but I’d rather have my basement refinished. I’ll get it done eventually, but for now, glasses and contacts are all right in my book.

So today, Claire grew up before my very eyes. And I’m so thankful I have the vision to see it. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

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Posted on February 15, 2012, in Cassie. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. I remember the very same thing with Ian in third grade. When he told us he couldn’t read signs at a restaurant we were at, we knew it was time. Claire looks so great!

  2. There are so many things I love about this post. First off, that’s so wonderful about Claire! Glad she’s enjoying her glasses. She looks adorable in them.

    Second of all, camo bandana? Oh I remember those years. Fantastic.

  3. Her glasses are even cooler than mine! She looks so pretty and all grown up in her glasses! And I’ve always loved yours too! Your frames are great!

    This reminded me of the first time I got my glasses. I walked out of the glasses shop in the mall with them and the mall was so bright and clear. I could read all the signs and life suddenly seemed so full of color and clearness. So glad that Claire has that now.

    My husband has a student who’s parents refuse to buy him anymore glasses because he keeps breaking them, so after having this perspective on my mind, it makes me feel so sorry for him.

  4. I had the same experience a few months ago when I had my contacts upgraded. All of a sudden I could see things far away. It was like the world became HD. Of course, I also was suddenly in need of reading glasses for the first time. Oh well…

    Start showing her lots of Tina Fey… smart, sexy, and stylish girls rule.

  5. I have the same story, only it was 8th grade. I had no idea that everyone else could see so well.

    How tragic it is for a dude to be called Mr. Yank.

  6. Oh, my gosh, you’re so pretty it’s insane. (High school Cassie FTW!)

    I’ve been wearing glasses and contacts since 7th grade without much excitement, but I do remember coming back from one doctor visit a few years ago with new contacts and being able to read the spines of books aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way on the other side of the Barnes & Noble where I worked. I also remember the day when I switched from gas-permeable contacts to soft ones and my eyes were so much more comfortable. Eyes are important. And Claire looks adorable!

  7. I remember the first time I got glasses too – it was in the 4th grade. And I remember telling my mom, WOW – I can see all the leaves on the trees! They aren’t just big blobs of green, but actually a giant collection of leaves!

    I’m sure my mom had the same tear in her eye that you did. I really really hope that Grant doesn’t inherit my poor eye site. I went to the eye doctor for a checkup just today, and had to buy a new pair of glasses (goodbye $400, even WITH vision insurance). I’m stupid blind though, so I had to have the thinnest lenses possible (-7.5 for glasses, -6.5 for contacts). I’m very thankful this technology is available. I’d be SOL if not.

  8. I never liked how I look with my glasses, but that glimpse of detail with them on always made it so much better! I like seeing all I can and that first view of the world with glasses on- made life so much better!

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