Seeing a Little More Clearly

In February I noticed that one of Lucy Mills' eyes would not focus straight in photographs.  I mentioned it to our pediatrician, who then referred us to a specialist in pediatric opthamalogy. The waiting list to be seen for that appointment was months long, but Lucy Mills was finally seen in April. 

 The diagnosis?
 Well. . .  lets just say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  You see, right before MY second birthday I was diagnosed with astigmatism and far sightedness, and went on to wear glasses (and still do!).  And it seems as though my sweet girl inherited this not-so-appealing gene from me.  

But praise the Lord for glasses that can correct her vision and allow her to see her world more clearly now.  

When I first learned that Lucy Mills might have to wear glasses, I admit that the worldly, superficial nature that exists inside of me said: no. . .  what will people think about this baby wearing glasses?  Here she is so beautiful and so young, and now these frames will be covering up her delicate face for maybe the next ten years?! Since I was a child who had to wear the thickest, ugliest lenses, I could feel the pit in my stomach growing by the second.  Would my daughter be known as "the little girl in glasses too?" Would she be teased, have her glasses swiped off her face on the playground, and be called names like her mother once was?

The morning of her eye appointment I handed in all of the appropriate paperwork to the lady behind the desk, and sat in the waiting room with my 20 month old nestled in my lap.  As we sat there an African American woman came and sat across from us.  In her lap was her little baby, maybe 12 or 13 months old.  The little girl had both of her eyes crossed significantly, and she was hooked up to oxygen tubes while her mother lugged the air tank behind her.   Dear God in heaven, forgive me for getting caught up in the trivial part of this!  Thank you that I am not pulling my daughter's oxygen tank.  Thank you that my child will be able to see clearly. . . and maybe her mother will now too.  I also prayed for the little girl across from us and for her mother.  For the burden she faced in raising her daughter, who turns out was to have surgery on both of her eyes. 

So here we are.  The new glasses came in this week and I have to say that my sweet girl has not skipped a beat.  Turns out all of the how am I going to get her to wear these things thoughts that clouded my mind these past weeks, were nothing but useless worries.  You would think she was born to wear glasses or something the way she took to them.  She does take them off every now and then, but she always brings them right to me to put back on.  
My beautiful Lucy Mills - I am thankful that you are happier being able to see a little more clearly now.