It's finally happened. Monkey 1 needs glasses. Really not a big deal, and considering the eyesight, or lack thereof, of his parents, hardly a surprise. But still it makes me a little emotional. Its kind of a big change. The glasses we picked out are really cool (just like Daddy's), and he looks super-cute, but its the permanence of the change that gets me. I am a person who wears glasses, as is my husband. They're kind of part of our identity. I used to wear contacts, and I find that wearing glasses makes more of a statement. THAT'S what gets me. Its almost like he's adding a body part - a very useful one, yes, but something new and unfamiliar, on a little body I know so well. He's excited, as I was when I was 6 and got my first pair, so that's good. Just a big change for such a little guy, who's rapidly becoming not such a little guy.
Hopefully he'll be able to avoid braces.