Indulgent Mom

I confess. I've been indulging the kids.

We spent all of yesterday at the museum. Not only did we have snacks from the snack shack, but we went to the special exhibit, Body Works.

Not creepy or icky in the slightest, just very cool. Cool in that geeky, dorky, educational way.

I'm also giving in to another one of their requests. I'm going back to contact lenses.

In my personal world, really no big deal. I've worn them off and on since my early teens. I'm happy with them, I'm happy with my specs too.

My boys, it seems, think my glasses make me look old. They've spent the last few months working to convince me to make the switch. They've even appealed to my vanity.

I'm switching over because of them, not vanity.

I remember my own childhood. There was a time when it was very important to me that my mom was pretty. I hounded her for months on end to start wearing make up. I wanted her to look "better".

She gave in. She indulged my want. She began wearing make up, and then I had the pretty mom picture that was so important to me.

So I look at my own boys and think, this one is simple. They want their mom to be pretty. The need her to be pretty in their eyes. They need to see her as younger. They believe contacts will make me just that.

We all know that I'll be exactly the same, specs or not, but something will shift in their minds. That's all.