Ulcers and Perfectionism

Can someone else's perfectionism give you ulcers?  Serious question here.  Well, kind of serious.  Perfectionism runs in my family.  My dad is the ultimate perfectionist when it comes to the things he loves; cars, singing, carpentry, etc...  I'm a perfectionist when it comes to lots of things.  Loads actually.  And as they say, the tree and the apple, and all that... well Libby takes perfectionism to whole new levels.  And it really hit home this week.

Only my daughter would pass her permit test and then promptly fail the vision portion.  Oh really, that isn't so bad you say.  Right, but she failed because she didn't want to guess.  Since she couldn't see them perfectly, she didn't want to get them wrong and guess.  So... failed.  Red rubber stamp and off to the eye doctor we go.

The eye doctor tests her eyes and says, "Are you sure you don't want to go back and try the test again?  I can't believe you didn't pass it.  Really.  Just guess!"  Honest Abe in the office chair says that she'd rather just get the glasses.  The very nice eye doctor lady checks "corrective lenses optional" and sets us up with a brand spanking new pair of glasses.

It was so fun driving home with her though as she realized what she has been missing all this time.  She was constantly remarking on the signs that she can read now and how sharp everything looked.  It was pretty cool and I'm super happy for you.  It's fun to finally be able to see!

You want to know the really truly funny thing.  Ryan's daughter just got glasses a few weeks ago.  Out of the hundreds of options at the eye center, guess which pair Libby randomly chose?  The same pair as Hailey.  What are the chances!?

Blind as a bat and my kid is too - 

Melissa