When I was Avery's age I wanted a broken leg. I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted glasses.
She seemed fine so I let it go until now. Mrs. Williams might not forget this time and maybe Avery does need glasses.
Yesterday, as we were heading to the doctors I still had my doubts and wondered how I would react if the Doctor said her eyes were fine. I quizzed Avery on a few traffic signs.
"What does that one say?" I asked while the billboard was still pretty far off.
"T-tom, thhhhh...." as we get close I realize she is reading the wrong sign.
"Oh, Tomotherapy- that's a hard word" I say. My eye test is inconclusive.
We didn't have to be at the appointment long to realize that Avery is fairly nearsighted. Even she seemed pretty surprised. I was a little excited to pick out glasses. Avery is practical though. She had a pair picked out in five minutes, and I stifled my desire to have her try on every pair in the store. She looks really cute in them. I don't feel bad for waiting. Part of knowing her so well is knowing that I needed to wait and see if this was real instead of rushing her off to the eye doctor.
It was amazing to be there when she noticed the details in branches on far away trees.
