Some might think it inevitable. My dear five-year-old son now wears glasses.
I don’t want to bog this particular
space down with complex details of
his diagnosis. Suffice to say, he has
perfect vision hampered by an ocular motor delay. It is
difficult for him to keep his eyes working together as a
team. Special lenses help by doing some of that hard work
for him. There will be some dedicated vision therapy in
his near future but a more immediate challenge loomed.
Gram fidgets… Big Time. He is meticulous with his
toys—Thomas The Tank Engine trains and Hot Wheels
and Legos—but while pondering the meaning of life at
five, he’ll twist and twirl whatever’s close at hand and his
glasses are pretty close.
Surprisingly, he took to wearing
his new glasses with no complaints.
BUT his method for
putting them on bordered on
brutish. He’d pull the temples
as wide as possible and coil the
end-pieces hard against the back
of his ears. Then, in a flash he’d
slam the front of the frame up against his face with palms
imprinted against the lenses in a technique best described
as smush-begets-smudge. And finally, after countless lessons
from Daddy-O (learned from countless photo shoots of
eyewear on models) he deftly and delicately places his
forefinger lightly against the bridge and meticulously slides
the glasses to the peak of his as-yet-undeveloped bridge.
And then the fidgets begin. Tweaks. Squeezes. Taps.
Thumping. You name it. He does it. But low and behold,
in this present and precious day of quality eyewear that’s
just right for kids’ play, Gram’s glasses win the fight.
And that means THIS optical mission toward better
vision is on track.
Oh. Almost forgot. No one ever calls him “four eyes.” In
fact, most of his (class) mates seem to envy his frame fame.
As Gram would say… AWESOME.