I don’t know about you, but as a parent, I look at myself and the Husband and wonder how the kids will take after us. I wonder if either of them will love history (hope so!), I wonder which one of them will follow me and love scary movies (it’s looking like Little Man has a leaning towards the macabre), I wonder whether they’ll have a passion for reading (it’s looking good so far), I wonder whether they’ll have their dad’s flair for art (Boo’s got it) and I hope that they’ll follow in the Husband’s footsteps in sport and athleticism as I am definitely lacking there! So sometimes it’s the little quirks, sometimes it’s the bigger things and then there’s the more important things, like their health.
Last week as it was half term, I took the kids to the dentists and the opticians. I know, I know, not the most exciting of outings, though I can assure you they were squeezed in around plenty of play dates and my two do actually like going to both of these and see them as fun! All fine at the dentists, and then we found that Boo will need glasses at her eye appointment.
It’s made me sad that her eyesight’s not perfect, which is such a silly thing, I know, as lots of children wear glasses. I know that they will help her and be good for her and she loved choosing her new specs. We’ll be off to collect a pair of Moana glasses and Frozen glasses later this week and she can’t wait. She seems most interested in checking that she will receive matching cases for them?!
It seems that her right eye is perfect, whereas her left has astigmatism and is slightly short-sighted. Her right is working hard to compensate and it is only slightly short in her left so I doubt she’s really noticed, and I certainly hadn’t.
So why am I sad? I guess as someone with fairly severe myopia, I’d hoped the children wouldn’t have to deal with it. This was one of those things that I didn’t want them to inherit from me, one of those areas that I wanted them to follow their dad in, or even the rest of my family as I’m the only one who wears glasses. My poor eyesight is why I’m quite hot on getting their eyes tested regularly, and I’m hoping we have caught this nice and early which might help, though who knows.
Of course needing glasses is no big thing, and in this day and age, poor eyesight is easily remedied. It’s just something that would be easier for them not to have, isn’t it? My sadness is about me, a reflection on my experiences, rather than Boo’s need for glasses. It had me thinking of all the things I have been through with my eyes, the hospital tests, the expense, the failed attempts to wear contacts, the headaches indicating they’ve deteriorated yet again, the niggles around getting new glasses, the frustrations around poor eyesight, oh, the list goes on! And yes, I know, really not the worst thing to have, I am well aware of that. I am very lucky to have happy, healthy children. I just wish my girl could have avoided it, that’s all, wish this was something I had not passed on. Though on the upside, maybe she’ll get this one and skip the inability to throw a ball beyond 10 feet gene?!
So I will focus on her excitement, I will help her adjust to wearing them, I will keep on top of her check ups, I will remind her of the great job her glasses are doing and I will tell her how wonderful she looks in them. Her excitement for new things, her positive attitude and optimism in the face of every new adventure, well those things she gets from me, and that’s something I am happy about. Phew, at least that’s one good gene ticked!
How about you? In what ways do you hope your children take after you, or not as the case may be!