I was almost in tears today.

As a young child, I had to wear a patch over one eye until age 7 or 8. I had one eye which wasn’t developing as it had a higher perscription than the other and a stigmatism.

So, today was the day for CJ’s eye test.

We spent the day wearing him out to make things easier.

He had to have eye drops to dialte his eyes, he took them with not even a grizzle.

His eyes dialted and he sat like an angel while the optomertrist took his measurements. He sat perfectly, looking where he was meant to, keeping his eyes open despite the light and happily co-operating as the optomertrist tried different lenses.

The optomertrist was amazed how good he was, he got great readings.

No squint, no laziness, no stigmatism.

And then my heart sank when the optomertrist told us the news, it was all too familar. His long sightedness is much the same as mine, with one eye having a perscription +2 higher than the other.

And so, he will need glasses.

I know I should be happy that we have found it early. We have caught it before the eye could under-develop so no patches to other corrections needed. Yet my heart sunk.

His glasses will arrive next week. In a few weeks I know he’ll wear them without any 2nd thought and it will just become life as normal.

A part of me is thankful I’ve been here myself. It’ll be so much easier to get him to wear them when he get’s to be ‘just like his Dad’