I never really knew about wearing glasses. Well, that doesn’t make sense….I knew I was wearing glasses, but it seemed to me that I had always been wearing them. It was me, it was how I was and it was who I was. I wore patches, I wore NHS specs, I put lions in cages and birds in menageries. That was my life.
When my eldest was born, I was frantic about his eyes. Checking, investigating, inspecting. Seeing whether any genetic weakness was passed on. Of course, I was just being a stupid over eager dad. He was cool, he was fine. His troubles were to be his own and not mine.
And then recently, I noticed that his school work, whilst academically excellent was lacking a certain attention. A certain……consideration. After working through his homework this morning, I showed him his early work and his current work and the difference between the two. One was proud, clear, certain. The other shambolic, scribbled and apologetic.
Then there were tears. LOTS of tears.
It seemed, he felt he couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t keep up because……..well, he couldn’t see.
The boy that had always been at the top of the class, was…….struggling.
It doesn’t take much to sort our problems, just the courage to admit what they are. A phone call, a car ride, a short walk and we are sitting in the opticians as they check his eyes. The result isn’t bad….certainly not as bad as mine, but he needs some specs. Speccy Woo has a Speccy Two.
The thing is, that when you wear glasses you don’t really know you wear glasses. But when you don’t wear them, then putting a pair on your face feels like………….well, having your nose chopped off. We went to try some on, he cried, we hugged, we pulled ourselves together and we got on with the show. This wasn’t serious, this was a pair of glasses. But when you’re twelve…..that means a lot.
So the glasses are here. They’re on and (I wouldn’t dare tell him this for fear of his embarrassment) but he looks cool. I know that specs are not the end of the earth, I also know the they can make you look damned sexy. But he has to figure that one out for himself.
In the meantime, he has the next couple of days to deal with, the reveal…… Maths should be easier, blackboards should be clearer, the television more vibrant. The positives are there in abundance.
And girlfriends? Well…..one thing at a time……we don’t need to rush here…….there is plenty of time for that.