I got new glasses yesterday. My prescription was about 6 years old so I had to have an eye exam, too. Those who know me realize the drama hiding in that simple phrase - EYE EXAM. Did you hear the rumbling thunder as you read the words EYE EXAM? I did.
Obviously I've had EYE EXAMS in the past, in order to have glasses, but I've always signed a waiver stating that I wouldn't allow the doctor to perform all of the portions of the EYE EXAM needed to determine the health of my eyes. No worries about whether I had glaucoma, retinal detachments or that my eye was about to fall out - just give me the glasses so I won't run into anybody and I'll be on my way, thank you.
Yesterday I had Kevin at the eye doctor's office with me. He's extremely well-behaved in such circumstances so I didn't think twice about it until I stepped into the room with the PUFF OF AIR contraption and realized I had a very impressionable audience attending with me.
Over the past few years, I've found myself eating vegetables, considering every word that comes out of my mouth, being brave when I had to talk to someone new and scooping up critters with more legs than seem necessary. Pre-Kevin, I'd have turned around and left all of those situations alone. But now, I have to face them all for the sake of being a good example and strong mother to Kevin.
So what did I do during my EYE EXAM yesterday? I faced up to the bright lights, big machines, puffs of air and retinal scans just to show Kevin WHAT A GOOD MOTHER I AM.
Do you think I can eke out 10 years from this pair of glasses?