My 8 year old daughter had to get glasses.

While in school she was having a lot of headaches. We thought they might have been caused by her long hair that we had cut about 3 weeks ago, but daddy promised to bring her to the eye doctor when he went to his appointment. Her eyes are almost as bad as mine. We picked up the glasses yesterday.

Her first day of daycare wirh glasses reminded me of the first day I had roast start wearing glasses all day at school. I remember walking down the hall with my head looking as far down as I could, hoping no one would notice.

Someone did. Sheb (yes that was his name) told me to look up, that the glasses looked good. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but he certainly encouraged me to hold my head high.