4 eyes…
Jack has started wearing glasses. He’s farsighted…which is the opposite of his mom and I. I’ve worn glasses for 30 years, contacts since I was 18. One day I plan on getting my eyes lasered, if I can. I just remember hating wearing glasses when I was his age. So it’s been hard for me to have him in glasses.
I guess I’m projecting my bad experience onto him. I try not to, but I know I do. Every time I see him I remember my glasses getting jerked off my face by some wise ass…who found himself with his head it the toilet. It’s the only fight I’ve ever been in. I just don’t want him to get into a fight or being picked on about his glasses.
I did have a surreal moment yesterday. I took Jack to the eye doctor. Something I’ve done for ever…and to set in the seat (figuratively) that my father sat in, and hear his responses to “Better at one or two…two or one…a or b…b or a…or about the same?” was odd. I do think it helped me though. He was really paying attention and truly answering the questions. I don’t know why I thought he would hem and haw and just answer “I don’t know.” But he did great.
I think we as parents do the projecting thing more than we should. His mom’s hatred of school…my dislike of glasses…it goes on. Prejudices, religious biases. It all comes down to the way we present our beliefs and feelings. Just something to be aware of…even if it’s just about eye wear.
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