Glasses

"Keeli, I just wanted to let you know that Brylee Kate failed her vision screening again. You may just want to follow up with an eye doctor." This was an email I received from the guidance counselor, also a good friend, about Brylee Kate's screening at school. The screening that Brylee Kate requested, not me. The screening that along with my signature giving permission, I wrote "Brylee Kate is requesting this, not her mother." I wish I could say I made that up, but I am not. I actually put something in writing that will haunt me forever.

With some lingering skepticism, I scheduled the appointment.

Throughout the appointment Brylee Kate was asked to read various things. I nearly had a heart attack when giant five foot letters (slight exaggeration) were displayed on the board and she read every letter except the letter displayed. It took every bit of willpower not to correct her; explain to the doctor that in fact she is reading above grade level and must be making it up; or even sign the letters to her, prompting the correct response.

Less than a week after the appointment we went to pick up her new glasses. As we are driving away from the eye doctor, Brylee Kate is grinning from ear to ear pointing out several things she had "never seen before".