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While the Geege and I awaited the birth of our first child, we used to make up our 'worse case scenario' baby. You know, it would have my teeth, your hair line, my skin and so on. I always offered my eyes (I am severely myopic), my thighs (they need their own post code), and my heart (there is a strong family history of heart disease). Mostly everything else was fair play.
Our kids turned out to be beautiful*.
Last Friday, I had to face the first real genetic glitch in our spectacular programming. Both Nugget (nearly 8) and Doo Dah (6) need spectacles. They have both perceptual and focusing issues. Not the same issues, but both requiring glasses.
Nugget took it in his stride. He said there are others in his class who have glasses and people "still recognise them". Doo Dah said that it will be good not to have headaches at school but wasn't keen on the idea of looking like "Harry Potter".
I of course, picture a life time of dealing with rain drops on your glasses and scratches on your lenses and swapping between sunglasses and glasses and fogging up when you take a steaming dish out of the oven. A life time of being 'four eyes'. Of having 'nerd' stamped on your face.
Parenting becomes especially hard when your kids become like you. You can see their future facing the same hurdles that you faced. You want to save them the pain, humiliation, embarrassment and frustration that lies ahead. But you can't. The same lessons that you learnt through the school of hard knocks will be learnt by them in their own way. In their own time.
As we work our way through the maze of visual therapy and prescription glasses for young children, we will continue the process of supporting our children to develop self-acceptance. Once again we feel inadequately briefed for thisstage of parenting. Inadequately prepared to help our children embrace their inner 'glitch'.
Have you uncovered a glitch in your children? How have you managed it?
* Of course, I am biased.