She has her mother’s eyes
November 7th, 2007
When I was a kid, I desperately wanted glasses. I don’t know why, exactly. Maybe because my older cousin Tressa, who was my only girl cousin on that side of the family when I was little and is the closest thing I have to a sister, wore them. I remember her telling me that glasses were a pain and I really did not want them, but she was wrong. I did want glasses.
I used to push the lenses out of those cheap plastic kids’ sunglasses and pretend they were glasses. When I was 4 or 5 years old, I often played a game of my own invention with those empty frames, called “Colorblind”. I would walk around the house, saying things like, “Oh, look at these blue curtains!” about the brown curtains; “What a pretty pink couch,” about the brown couch; and so on. Then I’d pretend to go to the eye doctor, put on my glasses, and dance around the house exclaiming the correct colors of the same items.
I think this game may have been created after my mom had my eyes checked for the first time because my left eye used to blink a few extra times after the right eye was done. I have vivid memories of sitting in the chair, being shown slides on the wall of a ball, a cat, a cupcake. I recall asking why they just weren’t showing me letters, like in movies and on TV, and the doctor laughing and explaining that usually kids my age didn’t know their letters yet. I remember thinking, Well, why didn’t you just ask me if I knew how to read? I also remember wondering if I could get away with faking bad vision, so I could get some glasses. But I was a good little girl, and in the end I answered honestly and was rewarded with a diagnosis of perfect vision. Rats.
But today, Annalie did me proud. She wandered up to me this morning and asked, out of the blue, “What glasses can I wear?” I immediately dug her cheap plastic sunglasses out of my bag and popped the lenses out. I handed them to her, and she was thrilled. She wore them on and off all day, including in the bath. That’s my girl.
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If you ever had any doubt that she was really yours. This should have erased it.
ha! that is too cute. I love your game of Colorblind!
do you still wish you had glasses? :)
This post cracked me up. I used to do the same thing with glasses. They just seemed so cool, and when I finally got to get them for real, I was SO happy.
Perfect blog entry, great pics too, she is so cute in those.
comfortablycrazy, if she ever had any doubt that Annalie was hers, she’d only need to LOOK IN A MIRROR.
I LOVE the color blind story – tee hee.
It reminds me of Meredith when she put on Jeff’s glasses and walked around with her hands in front of her saying, “I’m blonde, I’m blonde” (she meant “I’m blind”, but as she is blonde, we found it quite fitting).
I love this story, and that your daughter is following in your footsteps!
I wanted glasses too–in the worst way. And I got my wish. Now, twenty-five years later I’m saving up my pennies for Lasik.
I also wanted braces. Which I also got. Boy, was I a dork. Oh, wait–I still am! Without the braces and with powerful contacts!
I was the same way when I was little. Then I went to the dr. and got glasses…and then braces. It was a rough year, but the kids in my class were kind! Anyway…long story short: I still have glasses, that I don’t really HAVE to have – I have 20/20 vision without them, but I have 20/15 with them! I wear them when I want to look a little different, or when I have headaches. It’s fun to have options:)
She is SO cute!
I am the opposite with glasses though – I had them starting in Grade 5 and HATED them.
I had Lasik 2 years ago ;)
If I could look THAT cute, though? Maybe I would have stuck with glasses :)
Oh that’s such a lovely post.
And I am loving her dress. Such style!
That is an adorable, frame worthy image.
The story of pretending to wear glasses was so charming.
You have really caught on to this blogging thing!
I am loving her fashion sense. The dress with the glasses? Awesome. (I’m quite fond of red myself.)
I used to want glasses too. Until I was told I needed them. I cried and cried until I found out it was just for reading, somehow that made it all better.
I love the photos, priceless.