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What a Great Time for Glasses

It's happened. My daughter has followed in my genetic footprint and developed nearsightedness. We figured there was about a 50/50 chance, considering that no one on Daddy's side and everyone on Mommy's side of the family needs corrective lenses in childhood. I was hoping she'd favor her daddy's side of the family in the eyesight department, but now that she has her first pair of glasses, she is so cute that I can't feel too bad about it.

We aren't sure how long she hasn't been able to see clearly, because she is doing so well in school and has otherwise been able to hide it. She was anxious to admit, at first, that everything beyond arm's length is a blur, because she didn't want to be the first kid in her class to wear glasses.

But when I took her to the optometrist and she realized how well she'd be able to see--and found these hot pink frames from Armani Exchange--she went from feeling shy to enthusiastic about debuting her new look. Yeah, these are adult glasses. Although the office had a good selection of colorful children's options, she was drawn to the grownup lady hipster style. The lovely optometrist and assistant did a wonderful job of mangling the plastic to fit a second-grader's face, and she lived happily ever after.

It is a beautiful time of year to get your first pair of glasses.


Rainbows, leaves, clouds, mist, rain! Everything is new again.


Blueberry Girl by Neil Gaiman

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