I think I'm raising a little clone. A "mini me." Only she has silky blonde hair, and I have brown. I think that is the ONLY difference.
Case in point: We took Thing One, who is eight, to her annual ophthomology exam (she's been in glasses since the age of two) and they put those lovely dilating drops in her eyes.
Heh, she flat-out refused to wear those "old fogey" plastic shades on the way home because they looked "embarrassing" but as soon as she stepped out into the Denver sunshine, pride went down the drain and she practically begged me to put them back on her. (I love those little "Mother-Knows-Best/I-told-You-So" moments--I'll take them as I can get them.)
ANYWAY, (I digress) when we got home, she was all in a tizzy because I had bought her a brand-new Junie B. Jones book at the bookstore, and she couldn't read it. I told her to give it an hour, and try again, and she did, and she still couldn't read it. She told me everything was blurry. I told her it was the eyedrops, and to give it some time.
Well, she came to me at 8pm, visibly upset and on the verge of tears. I asked her what was wrong, and she said "I still can't read, Mom! I can't work on my Princess story either! Waahhhh!" And she collapsed into my arms, sobbing like her heart was broken.
As sympathetic as I was to her predicament (I gave her a big hug and a kiss and a cuddle) I found it amazing that she would get so upset because she couldn't read and work on her story.
Hence, she is SO my daughter! Writing and Reading are my Life's blood. I need them like I need air. How funny that our children can resemble us in so many ways. She is fascinated by History and things of the Past, like I am too. We're two peas in a pod. I love that we share that common bond.
Hopefully when she wakes up, she'll be able to delve into the world of Junie B. Jones once more. Not being able to read is a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone. Bless her little heart...
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I've worn glasses since I was six. By the time I was ten or so, we refused the eyedrops because it took so long for me to regain focus. My pupils can't contract anyway -- they are always somewhat dialated, and that's why eyedrops -- though most eyedoctors insist on them, we finally found a Park AVenue specialist -- my doctor said ABSOLUTELY NOT. The drops did more harm than good, and the fact that the pupils were forced too far open for too long was causing damage. Maybe your daughter has something similar, and next time, the doctor should check her dilation.
The poor thing!
Our eye Doc never does the drops. He does the puff of air instead. Says it does the same thing and the puff of air is too damaging, like Devon said.
She sounds just like my oldest! Has been reading since he was 4, in glasses since age 8. If he had to go a few hours without reading, I do think he would perish. Both my husband and I LOVE to read, came from homes where we were read to daily as kids, and all of our siglings also read like it keeps them alive. My brother is a writer, all of my children are constantly working on something to write (stories, poems, etc) so my oldest certainly comes by it honestly. He had me post some of his writing on my blog, was so cute:)
I hope poor Thing One can read today, what absolute torture! I know how you feel that she is so much like you. Very nice:)
oppps! I mean the drops are too damaging! Sheesh! I need to go back to bed:)
Well, she can read this morning, but her eyes are still dilated. Scary. I think I need to take that up with the Dr....
Yes, that is scary!
Did you ever get to Curious George??
Yup, it was an ADORABLE movie. I had no desire to see it, and I laughed at it right along with the kids. VERY cute. Your kids will love it!
My younger two spent the weekend with friends in Spokane and they took them. I may have to check it out alone if I get desperate for something to see. My older two will not let me take them! LOL
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