Monday, September 27, 2010

Parenting is Not For Sissys!

Parenting is hard.

I don’t care if you have the best kid in the entire world; the job is hard and doesn’t come with an instruction manual. 9 times out of 10 I am guessing as to what to do. I have taken advice from my mom, mother in law, co-workers, doctors and, once, even considered asking a stranger on the street.

My kid is a drama queen with a capital DRAMA QUEEN. Everything is either the best thing ever or the end of the world. There is no in between for her. Nope. It is cloud 9 or death.

So when she told me that she couldn’t see, I didn’t really believe her. She passed her eye tests at school, so why should I think she was as blind as she wanted me to believe? She claimed she couldn’t see the clock in the kitchen and she never knew the time. I thought she was too lazy to turn her head and look. She told me that she couldn’t see the board in her last period of the day. I thought that was because she hated that class and wanted to come home early.

Finally she started complaining of headaches almost every day. I told Scott that I was going to take her to the doctor because I suffer from migraines and thought she was also. He told me to take her to get her eyes checked first. I argued with him because she just passed her eye test at school last year. He said for me to pay the $10.00 co-pay and that way we can tell her we have had her tested and she is not blind.

So Saturday we went to the eye doctor.

I was pretty sure she was going to sit down in the chair and be just fine. The doctor started with her right eye. She could BARELY read the 3rd line down. Even through that entire eye exam, I thought she was faking. Then they tested her left eye and just zipped right through it.

The doctor gets done and looks at me.

Me: Bad right eye?

Dr: Oh Yeah. That is what is causing the headaches. The left eye has to compensate for everything and by the end of the day she should be having trouble seeing much of anything.

Court: See Mom! I told you!

So – Mother of the Year, I am not. But Mother Doing the Best She Can, I am.

I’ll take that award and will wear it with pride. Just like my mom did.

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