About a month ago, my youngest son came home with an interim report card. It wasn’t bad, but there were a few things that the teacher mentioned that I felt was not like my son. I didn’t doubt the teacher but I suspected something was going on. I started to think that maybe he was having an issue with another student, bullying, teasing or something along that line. I asked him if there was anything wrong because obviously the teacher was concerned enough to let me know. He said “well there is one thing wrong but I’m not going to tell you.” At this point I was thinking the worse and trying to get information out of my son is like pulling teeth out of his head. I got very firm with him and told him he had to tell me what was wrong. Got me nowhere he simply looked at me and said “nope!” Then I tried begging – “please sweetie, you have to tell me.” He stared at me for a long time and then said “If I tell you, you will make me do something I don’t want to do.” Again, I’m thinking the worse but not sure what it possibly could be and I asked him again to tell me what was going on. “Well” he said, “sometimes when the teacher writes on the board, I can’t see the words.” “I need glasses and I don’t want to wear them.” I asked him how long this had been going on and he told me “quite a while.” Makes me wonder what else he doesn’t tell me! Off we went to get him glasses and we had to push him to wear them to school, after all he’s not the only boy wearing glasses in that class. Not long after we got the glasses, the family went to a Junior A hockey game. My son wore his glasses and was smiling the whole time, “mom I can actually see the puck go into the net at the other end.” Small miracles and one battle down- how many more to go?