Wednesday, June 9, 2010
We're Not Normal...
"Mama, we're not normal" says my nine year old on the way home from vacation Sunday.
"Me and Brook, we're not normal, no one else has implants but us."
"Lots of people have implants."
"You're unique!" Shouts a voice from the background (my mother).
"Yes, and it's always best to be a little unique or else you'll just blend right in with everyone else. You and Brook are actually pretty average kiddos aside from wearing something to make you hear."
"Yeah, I like not being normal." **big smile**
"So do I."
Yesterday, while she was swimming (no hearing) I tried to tell Brook what type of meat my father in law had dropped off at the house (it was bbq) but I was about 30 feet away, and she can't read lips anyway. Being mostly carnivorous, she was determined to know what type of meat it was "Chicken? Ham? Steak?" So I took a chance and signed (finger spelled) the word pork. She shouts "Pork!" and we both started cheering! I'm so surprised she remembered the letters since we don't typically sign. Gage never liked signing and never would even attempt it, but since she can't speech read like he can, I'll be happy to sign more often.
My poor broken toe is much better, still purple and tender a bit but like I say, taping it to a good toe & wearing tennis shoes is the key.