Did I mention here that my 8-year old daughter wears glasses now?
When Grace was in kindergarten, her teacher would explain to me that Grace complained about her forehead hurting. I would say things like, “Yes, she does that sometimes. I think she needs to drink more water.”
Grace herself would complain to me about her forehead hurting and I’d say something helpful like, “Yes, you need to get more sleep,” or “Really? Maybe you should eat more protein.”
The truth is I was convinced she was a hypochondriac, complaining about her head hurting because she didn’t really want to go to school. I didn’t believe her at all.
So, earlier this year Grace informed me that sometimes her eyes didn’t work quite right. I quizzed her and she explained that she couldn’t always quite see the board at school. I didn’t believe her. At all.
With much internal eye-rolling, I made an appointment for her to see the eye doctor. I intended to rule out this so-called vision problem, confident that she just wanted glasses for the thrill of owning glasses.
She answered all the questions, got eye drops and endured the rigmarole involved in the exam. Finally, the eye doctor turned to me and asked me a few questions. I explained about the board and how I was there to rule out problems.
Then he informed me that my blue-eyed girl is far-sighted, meaning she can see distances quite easily but cannot see close up very well. Since she is young, her muscles compensated for her vision deficit, but the doctor said she didn’t really need glasses since she had no complaints.
That’s when I remembered the headaches–the same headaches she still complained about but that I had totally dismissed for two years.
“Uh, well, she does complain her head hurts during school. Would that be related?”
I’m pretty sure the eye doctor rolled his eyes at me. “I gave you an opportunity to mention any problems she was having . . . ” he said.
“I know, but I never connected the two things . . . ” I said.
My daughter got glasses. Her forehead doesn’t hurt at school any more.
I disqualified myself for the (non-existent, I hope) Mother of the Year Award.
And about once a week I have to take her forgotten glasses to school when she realizes she doesn’t have them with her.
Now. Don’t you feel better about yourself?
I bet you haven’t let your baby suffer with headaches for two years because it never occurred to you to have her vision checked out.