This one has his fitting of his glasses today and I can’t tell you how hard it has hit me today. His first pair of glasses. I’m feeling every little growing up moment more and more lately. This milestone took me by surprise. A routine eye test due to him complaining of blurred vision whilst doing his school work led to us finding out that he would need to wear glasses. I could tell that he was struggling with some parts of the test, the thought of him wearing glasses crossed my mind but still it was a surprise to hear that he did in fact need them, albeit only to be worn when doing his school work. Its a big change, for him and us.
Every single stage of being a mummy to this wonderful boy has been lovely and challenging. Rewarding and full of so many memories. There has been so much laughter. I have worry lines, some days are tough but of course they are all worth it. Every day is an adventure. I’ve spoken about building a time machine many times, but if ever there was a time that I desperately wanted to press pause, for time to stand still it is now. Because whilst he is filled with excitement for this next stage, for such a big change in his life he’s still my baby. I do worry. I will forever have worry lines.
It helps that Daddy wears glasses, that George thinks Harry Potter and his glasses are cool, that he loves wearing sunglasses. As much as he knows they are to help him, he also sees them as an accessory. I wonder where he gets that from. I really do love his approach. He isn’t phased and after his eye test on Saturday he couldn’t have been more excited for this big change. He ran in to the School playground on Monday desperate to tell all his friends his big news. Which frames he had chosen. Oh the excitement.
My biggest worry is that his classmates will tease him. He isn’t worried. And whilst today he is feeling brave and full of excitement I know that there will be a moment when he needs me. When a comment is made. I have to hold on to his excitement. On the one hand his teacher tells me that the same stigma isn’t attached to wearing glasses as it once was, there has been a lot of change over the years. I do worry as we all know that some children just like grown ups can be mean. I hope this isn’t the case, I will be there for him and hope that the excitement of choosing his own frames will remove any worry.
The most important thing is that he feels confident, that he is excited and feels happy wearing them. I wish so much for him to continue in his journey as a happy, healthy and excited little boy. I hope this milestone doesn’t change that. And that he always talks to me about the big and small things. All the details George Archie, even if they hurt. Don’t ever doubt who you are and whether you have your glasses on or not you are still my George Archie, don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.