I went to the eye doctor a few weeks ago, planning to make the switch back to glasses from contact lenses. At my appointment, the Doctor told me that if I hadn't already planned to go back to my glasses, he was going to encourage me to do so.
I've worn contact lenses since the 9th grade. I'm going to date myself here, and tell you that's been over 20 years! According to the eye doctor, my eyes have developed an allergic reaction to the material used in making contact lenses and I should give my eyes a break from them.
At work, when I'd wear my glasses, my friend Brian, would always ask me if I was feeling smarter. I'm a little vain when it comes to glasses and was very nervous about wearing them full-time. I picked up my new glasses last night and went to get Jacob from day-care, he looked at me, cocked his little head and pointed at my glasses. I couldn't resist asking him, "Does mommy look smart in her new glasses?" He gave me a big nod and said, "Nnnn-yeah!"
Later last night we were discussing if he wanted a "woo-woo (fire truck)" party or a "choo-choo" party for his upcoming birthday cake. He said "woo-woo par-tee!"
I said, "Yes, my son. As long as you think Mommy is smart, you can have anything you want!" I know my day is coming when he thinks I'm dumber than a box of rocks!
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