I have worn glasses since I was 13. That was monumental for me, and I thought my life was over. I can still hear my older sister repeating a mantra from when she had to get the dreaded glasses also, "guys never make passes at girls who wear glasses". Well, there you go. Back then, the litmus test for being worth something was whether or not a guy found you (us) attractive, and that was dependent on whether or not you (we) wore glasses. Geez! Trust me, there is plenty more on that topic in post yet to be written.
Moving on. I'm not sure if my mom experienced any sort of emotion around me getting glasses. Mom was emotional about a lot but I have a feeling the glasses didn't rank high on that scale, other than money was tight and it was an expense. They are still an expense today, even for a 5 year old's need to have them. I give thanks to the God of my understanding that we have pretty good insurance that helped ease that burden. Truth be told, I had a great deal of emotion around my own daughter getting her first pair of glasses. I had lots of thoughts too - It must be some weird veggie that I didn't eat when I was pregnant that she must have needed for perfect eyesight - She will most likely need these for the rest.of.her.life - Another thing I have to/get to keep track of - The many future fingerprints on the lenses are going to drive me bonkers - I hope with all my heart that she never gets teased or ridiculed for wearing them - I'm super glad I talked her out of the red frames she wanted, she wears a lot of pink clothes. As for the emotion, it was mostly about this monumental change in both of our lives. MY baby is less of a baby today, and SHE has greater needs to be able to see so much more in life to do what God has planned for her. Her first comment to me while wearing them was "wow momma, the trees are so much bigger". I think she meant clearer but from a five year old's perspective, I think she was spot on.
Something else I noticed today, through the lens of mommahood with a five year old, is that her cute, adorable and sometimes hard to understand language is evolving. She said a word today that I barely recognized because her "r" sound was perfect. No more "w" sound. My heart cried a tear. How in the world? Well, it's no wonder, she talks all the time and you know what they say about practice. Really though, this kid has never stopped amazing me. I sound just like every other gushy momma out there and I'm proud of it. Her skills have grown so much in preschool this year and I couldn't be more grateful. Even though part of me (a large part) is sad by how quickly things are/she is changing, I am humbled, thankful and amazed. It is God's plan for her, and it is all good. The size of this girl's feet alone tell me that she is a big little girl and remind me of how tiny she once was.
My heart sings with love for her.
Even in those moments when the calm me disappears and the frantic clean up momma comes.
Even when I want her to just.get.in.the.bathtub. but she wants to streak around the house while singing.
Even through the exhaustion of my day when she snuggles up to me for prayers, stories, and giggles.
All the time.
TYG (Thank you God)
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