An Ode to Girls Who Wear Glasses

Written By: Kim - Feb• 09•12

I’ve been wearing glasses since I was 12. My first pair were nerdy, big, light blue plastic frames. It was the early 80s and everyone had the same kind, so don’t be too hard on me.

Both of my parents sported spectacles as long as I could remember. My Mom wore glasses according to the style at the time and in the early 1980s, the bigger the frame, the better.

My Dad, as you may recall, was a US Army solider. He always wore metal frames. It wasn’t until I was in my 40s that I realized those ugly government issue plastic glasses they gave out at basic training were called BCGs. They were, and still are, the ugliest glasses, man has ever created. BCGs stands for birth control glasses.

I definitely felt like the nerdy girl growing up: I liked school. I did not excel at sports. I was in the band. I wore glasses. Classic case of damaging my superficial teen self-esteem.

I continued to wear glasses through college. Once, I had a hot guy at a bar tell me I had beautiful eyes and that I should wear contacts. I didn’t get the contacts until years later, but I always remembered what he said to me. Girls who wear glasses generally will have heard the old saying, “Boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses.” I don’t know what dumb-ass boy or mean girl made that one up, but it certainly isn’t true. But when you’re growing up, you don’t know that.

You don’t understand that your self-esteem is not tied to your eyewear. You don’t realize that your brain, heart and emotional intelligence will carry you much further in life than whether you are wearing spectacles. You don’t realize that some great guy out there will fall in love with you while he is gazing in to your bespectacled eyes.

After I got married, I purchased my first pair of contact lenses. I wore them for a few years until I developed an ulcer on my cornea. I had let my lens replacement lapse. This was back in the day when we use to have to soak the lenses overnight and enzyme them weekly. Contact lenses have changed drastically since then.

I was told not to wear the contacts until the ulcer had healed. I did and it healed, but after three months of not wearing contact lenses, I no longer liked wearing them. They felt invasive. They annoyed me to the point that I went back to my glasses, which I have been wearing ever since. I had a one-year old at home and a mammoth commute. I didn’t have time for this.

I’ve worn all kinds of glass frames from plastic to metal to partial rimless pairs. I have continued to purchase my luxury prescription sunglasses — something my parents could neither afford nor thought I needed. After my first pair of prescription sunglasses, I thought I was a movie star. The only time that wearing glasses really bothers me is when I am changing from glasses to sunglasses. The bonus: My sunglasses protect my eyes from blowing sand at the beach.

I had a recent conversation with a coworker who was considering LASIK. She and I commiserated about wearing glasses at young ages. She was extremely excited and I hope the consult went well. I definitely understand the attraction to finally ditching the specs.

But, I read a Washington Post Magazine article years ago about the side effects of LASIK: constant headaches, double vision, inability to drive at night. For me, those risks were not worth the benefit of no longer wearing glasses. And, many people I know who have LASIX still have to wear reading glasses. Let me get this straight: you had someone cut on your eyes; it wasn’t an emergency surgery; you did it so you would no longer have to wear glasses, but you still have a pair. I fail to understand how this is successful.

This year I purchased two pairs of glasses and sunglasses. Since I am going to wear glasses for a long time, I might as well enjoy the options out there.

So this is my ode to girls who wear glasses. You are sexy and I know it.

 

 

A Love Letter to My Children

Written By: Kim - Dec• 20•11

I started this blog on 1 January 2011 for several reasons. I am proud to say that 12 months later, I am still blogging. Since my children are an integral part of my life, I thought I would end this year with a post to them. Sad events that hit close to home also reminded me that not everyone who dies is old. I wanted to make sure that my children know how I feel and what better way to immortalize it than on my blog.

Connor & Abby in 2002.

Dear Connor & Abby:

You were both planned for. We waited with anticipation and joy during the 40 weeks it takes to create and internally nurture another human being. Connor, I must admit I was shocked when the sonogram revealed that you were a boy. PopPop said I was having a girl and I believed him. Your Dad and I are glad we had not decorated the nursery yet. I wandered around for 24 hours after that questioning what I was going to do with a little boy. They bring home bugs and play with toy soldiers. They like “guy” movies. I am not creative at Lego building. And the clothes. I fretted so nonsensically about that. After discovering my firstborn was to be a boy, I quickly realized that malls were strictly made for women. As the Mother of a boy, I resented that. As you grew and needed shoes beyond the first white pair, my choices were limited: brown, black, blue and dark green. The clothes offered a few more choices: grey and white.

Parents always say the first born is the “practice” child. You do everything right and wrong. You pour over books and blogs. You sterilize everything your child touches. You try to be the perfect parent. Soon, you realize there is no perfect parent. I’ve spoken to Moms of three children and more and they tell you that by the time the fifth child comes along, he or she is lucky to get a bottle that is washed, much less sterilized. You realize that all parents are in this together. We’re trying to raise our children to be giving human beings who eventually contribute to society.

Connor takes on Rome, Italy. ©Mike Howard 2011.

Connor, you were such a cute little boy. The only thing that has changed is that you’ve grown. You’re still cute and more charming than we ever would have expected. Well, I mean you can now turn on your charm. You should do it more often for us.

Your first word was “Da Da” and I remember it clearly when you said it. We were in the car driving somewhere on a weekend and you just blurted it out. What joy it is when your children develop. Connor, your next word was “yes” and you used this to answer every question we had for you. It was quite cute. Oh, how I wish that was your answer now instead of, “OK.” But you’re a teen. We get it.

When I used to shop with you, everyone commented on your red hair and asked me where you got it. Red heads are not common with less than 2 percent of the world’s population making claims to natural red hair. Red hair runs in both our families, but really as part of an overall brown hair scheme. You also ate liverwurst whenever I would buy it at the deli counter. The counter staff and other customers were amazed that a two-year-old would eat something most adults do not. You enjoyed liverwurst with such enthusiasm. You also ate a ton of butternut squash, carrots, green beans and chicken. You were not much of a beef lover, but I am convinced that was more to do with toddler food than the meat. You definitely enjoy beef now. In fact, I think you now believe that hamburgers are a food group.

Despite the fact that you began teething around five months, your first tooth did not come in until right before your first birthday. Lord kid, you had a lot of drool. I should have bought stock in bibs. The week before your first birthday, we all caught rotavirus. With no extended family close by, your Dad and I had to muddle through. I never wish this on you or any children you may have. Ick.

Your toddler years were filled with discovery and time with grandparents. When Oma and Opa visited, they loved to take you out for a walk in our jogging stroller. I laugh now because neither your Dad nor I jog. Not quite sure why we thought we needed one of those strollers, but we had all the accoutrements you could think of for babies and toddlers.

You were a happy child, full of awe and discovery. We discovered, before your second birthday, that you had allergy-induced asthma. I cried all the way home from the doctor’s office. We were distraught. The dogs could no longer live in the house. They had to either become outside dogs or they had to leave. We had to make a tough choice: you or the two dogs. In the end, you had a great smile, so you won out. The dogs went to homes of people that we knew. I was so upset about the change, your Dad had to do it while I was away on a business trip to San Antonio in 1999. He still carries a picture of those dogs in his wallet. And, this is why we still put their doggie Christmas ornaments up on our tree. Murphy and Cori were part of our family, but couldn’t stay if they were making you sick. We don’t regret that decision.

Abby takes a break from touring Rome, Italy. ©Mike Howard 2011.

Abby, while I was pregnant with you, we had so much change. I started a new job. We moved from Arnold, Maryland, away from good neighbors whom we loved and a house that I adored. Your Dad started a new job, too. It was a stressful time and I realize now that probably affected you before you were born. Maybe that is why you are such a serious young lady or maybe it’s just who you are. We moved in August and you were born three weeks later back in Annapolis. My labor was similar to Connor’s in that I was induced and you showed up about 9 hours later. We did not find out your gender, so when the doctor said, “It’s a girl!” I said, “Thank God. One of each. I can stop now if I want to.” Labor is grueling and painful but when you and Connor came, it was so worth it. It’s also one of the few times in 21 years together that I have seen your father cry. What joy we experienced at the wonder of a new baby.

Despite the stressful events during my pregnancy, I enjoyed maternity leave with you. Oma spent two weeks with us after you came home from the hospital. When she left, your schedule changed. I would soon realize that just as you get some routine down pat with a baby, he or she changes and it doesn’t work anymore. Unlike maternity leave with Connor though, I did not have to work. I was already familiar with parenting a new born, so I felt more comfortable. Connor joyfully went to daycare part-time, so you and I tooled around our new community.

I went back to work the Thursday before Thanksgiving. The following Monday, you had a fever. Dad stayed home with you. By 9 am, you would not stop crying and your fever was not going down. It was going up. The pediatrician wanted to see you immediately. He insisted that you get a spinal tap because he suspected meningitis. As I was driving from my job to the hospital, I had an epiphany. I was an hour away from my family and I hated my job. I was miserable and the place I worked was fueled with politics and inept leadership. You spent the next two nights in the hospital and I was right there with you. God was clearly watching over you because your spinal tap revealed not the life threatening bacterial menengitis but viral meningitis. Luckily, our smart pediatrician presumed the worst, and started the antibiotic before the petri dish results, which have to grow at least 24 hours.

I quite my job when I went back the next week and left a month later. It was the smartest decision I have ever made professionally.

Abby, you were such a quiet baby. Clearly, that has changed. I had read stories about new parents who forgot the new baby at home before they were half way down the street. Whenever I loaded you and Connor in to the car, I had to repeat: “Don’t forget the baby.” Not because I didn’t love you or wanted to leave you. But, when you are a sleep-deprived parent, you never know what kind of mistakes you will make. And, I wasn’t yet used to having two children. No, I never forgot you or your brother anywhere.

Abby, you had four teeth at four-months-old. You were impatient then and you are now. At 18 months, you could find your socks, shoes and your Dad’s keys that you had run off with. You were, and still are, a tough cookie who doesn’t put up with anyone’s garbage. I suspect while that while this will serve you well, you will will also have to control it. Your level of intuitiveness at your age is astounding. You are very much like me: every emotion comes out in your face.

You were a beautiful baby. Strangers would comment constantly to me about how lovely you were. Your Dad and I make beautiful children. While I was on maternity leave, I practiced every day with you so that your first word was “Mama” instead of “Dada.” The D sound is easier for babies to make than M, which is why most children say Dada first. I could see the wheels of your smart little mind working in everything you did. From saying your first word to picking up your first peas on your own, there was a syntax happening with you that was different than most babies. I knew you would love school when you were four and wanted homework like your big brother Connor. I had to buy you a preschool workbook so you could sit at the kitchen table and do your homework, too. Dressing you was like playing with my dolls from childhood. You loved to wear hats.

When you began to crawl and got callouses on your knees, your Dad wanted to buy you knee pads. When I pointed out that we did not buy them for your brother, he promptly responded that you were a girl and said, “Girls should’t have knee callouses.” If I had any doubt that you had him wrapped around your finger, this removed it. Knee pads for babies? I think not.

You were also extremely stubborn. A trait we still see today. When you were a toddler, I would mop the kitchen floor. I would block all of the doors but you would still push through, run on the wet floor and then promptly fall. I would think after the first or second time doing this, you would stop. But you did it multiple times.

While it was fun to revisit baby memories, as a parent, the real work begins when you are forming your child’s ethical, spiritual and human core. I know your Dad and I are not perfect. But, this is what I hope you both have learned from us.

1. Your choices always matter.

2. Empathy is an excellent trait to have.

3. Serving others is not servitude.

4. While you may have many acquaintances, your number of true friends will be small. These are the friends you rely on when something minor or major happens in your life. Edit your list carefully.

5. With God, all things are possible. I don’t say this lightly. I’ve lived His power in action.

6. God gives each of us 10 talents. It’s up to us to discover and develop them.

7. Education comes in many forms your entire life. And, it’s never made anyone stupid.

8. Emotional intelligence matters.

9. Loving is easy. Living the daily grind is often not. Your grit and faith in God will help get you through everything.

10. You were the best things that happened to me. I can’t imagine my life without you.

Love, Mom