We took Samuel to the eye dr. last week to pick out his glasses. It was right after nap time, in fact I had to wake him to go.
Well, let's just say that was not a good time for him to go to the eye dr. He screamed, cried and carried on the entire time we were there. He squirmed and fought me and was generally quite disagreeable.
He loudly exclaimed that he did not want glasses, did not like them, and clearly let us know he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the matter at hand.
Glasses were picked out and we left as quick as we could.
You know what? Wearing glasses is not going to be easy for him. I know this. His good eye is going to be blurred and his lesser eye is going to be how he can see. Things are going to be blurry and frustrating for him for a while. That's going to be hard.
Sometimes I don't really want to have my vision improved either. To undergo the "treatment," to see the heartache or the needs, to look beyond myself the way I will need to if I hope to see like my Savior.
I can really identify with how Samuel acted. I'm not saying it was appropriate, but I do appreciate how real children are. They let their feelings be known and their true thoughts hang out there. They are not trying to be fake or something we hope them to be. They are so honest and so matter of fact.
The bottom line is: he doesn't want to wear glasses. I don't blame him. But he is going to have to do it. And, I could easily say the same for myself when it comes to learning to see the way God wants me to see.
Isn't it true that sometimes I'd rather just live with blurry vision than be corrected?