It's official. My child is not perfect. She is flawed; albeit a minor "flaw." We recently discovered that Abby is nearsighted, and today we picked up her new glasses. Honestly, she looks adorable. Yet there is something that bothers me, beyond the acceptance of the "flaw." She looks like a different person. Older, perhaps? It's almost as if her eyes are now primed to take on the future...or at least be able to see it. And now she is seeing life through her very sassy Disney Princess glasses, bejeweled and pink. How appropriate.