As I mentioned back HERE, Lucy is not a huge fan of changes.
In fact, she fights against them like nobody’s business.
Sometimes this is quite exhausting for her mother.
Now, I totally understand that change can make anyone anxious, especially if you’re dealing with diminishing eyesight. So I don’t fault her. And we laugh about it.
But still, it makes me tired.
So today when I pulled out Lucy’s new glasses that finally arrived (her other ones are so scratched and foggy I don’t know how anyone could see a thing out of those suckers), I got the expected response:
She didn’t like them.
Couldn’t she just wear her old ones for one more day?
They felt funny.
She couldn’t see out of the sides.
There was a glare.
They were too tight.
And on and on. You get the picture.
But I looked her in the eye and reminded her that she did NOT want the ones she was now begging to keep wearing when she first got them. They too felt funny. They too bugged her. And told her to please-with-all-my-heart-and-a-cherry-on-top give them a chance.
We rode our bike to school with some doubtful comments coming from that back seat.
And guess what? True to form, that girl came home glowing with happiness.
Would you believe those glasses worked out after all?
She could see just fine after all. And she actually quite liked them.
This deserved a commemorative picture:
I love her.