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An early start

This morning, the children of a friend stayed for a bit while she had an appointment. It was no trouble – indeed, it made my life easier as her oldest boy and mine became good friends in kinder, her #2 and mine also shared a class and a friendship and her last sits comfortably between the ages of my littles. Other than the general chaos of nearly doubling the number of shoes and snacks in a house, having families to do this thing called life together makes for vast improvements.

As they were playing, H Boy politely asked his friend not to do something (I cannot remember what – it was pretty insignificant, about a toy I believe). And his friend listened. What struck me by the interaction was the courage and the confidence H had to ask his friend to change a behavior. Most adults cannot effectively do this and they waffle and wain over it for a few nights beforehand.

Yet the way his friend reacted, with nearly no troubled reaction at all, gave H the valuable feedback that it’s okay to talk to his friends. He can be honest. He can be himself without a fear of rejection.

Now that we’re venturing into new territory – a new community and new school, which means new friends – I’m beyond grateful for these early friendships. My children have had the opportunity to practice the skills of making and keeping friends, treating others with love and respect, in a safe community of like-minded people. Of course, not everyone is the same, but in general, those with whom we shared classrooms and lunches and park dates had a value structure that reinforced our own.

These friends set the bar high. My hope is that my kids will enter new territory knowing they are worthy of quality friendships. Of course, this isn’t a foolproof plan. Friendships early in life, much like in adulthood, can be willy nilly. We get upset over small (and big) things. We hurt feelings, we exclude, we compete instead of complement. But the fact remains, once you taste filet mignon, you can tell the difference between that and a hamburger.  That doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy a hamburger. You just know the difference between The Pine Club and Red Robin.

One of the most beautiful gifts we can give our children is the art of friendship. Part of this is by putting them beside good people who exhibit qualities of good friends. Another part of that is modeling – being a good friend to those we love. Thank you, Troy, Ohio, USA for giving me the opportunity to do both.

Image by Peter DarGatz via CC.

Image by Peter DarGatz via CC.

Dichotomy

Two new baby boys were born into my circles today.

One was born with grandmas and grandpas, aunties and uncles nearby and at the ready. Joy is sprinkled everywhere in that hospital room, I can assure you. I wouldn’t doubt that the only fisticuffs, and by that I mean petty comments and cross looks, come from greedy relatives waiting for their turn to rock a newborn.

The other baby came as a momentary break in grief. After the parents left for the hospital, this family’s toddler wondered into a pond and drowned. This day of tragedy will share a space on the calendar with another boy’s birthday. The marking of one life welcomed, another lost.

We live in such a dichotomous world. Dark and light, evil and good, life and death. The most profound of all joy in stark contrast to the depths sorrow. Honestly, I’ve been wrestling all day to reconcile how our human nature can withstand such extremes. My mind stretches to comprehend the experience of this young mother and father today, but my heart won’t let it go there. It hurts too much.

What can one say in response to such a day? I’ve got nothing. God’s promise wasn’t perfection, but presence. And so, may the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, guard our hearts and minds in Jesus Christ tonight.

That’s all I have.

Behind the Ears

2015-BHSM-Logo-HorizontalDid you know that May is Better Speech & Hearing month? Neither did I. But what better time to share a little more of our family’s story of hearing loss, early intervention, child development and education. Much of our learning curve started with diagnosis, but now that we’re venturing into school systems and learning environments, I’m finding myself re-noticing just how much we do have to pay attention to how hearing loss affects our family. Here are a few of the lessons we’ve learned along the way.

1. Hearing loss is manageable, though frustrating at times.  Especially in young (pre-verbal!) children hearing loss comes with its own sets of complexities, but we have always approached our situation in a way that recognizes we are among the luckier ones. In the process of a baby’s development from zygote to birth, a million and two things (I slightly rounded down) could go wrong. For 2 of our babies, something did, but we feel we fared well.

2. The right people make the situation better. Our family has been extremely well resourced as we ventured into this gig. My college roomie, a childhood friend and the notorious KLR are all audiologists. They spent extra years of schooling digging around in people’s ears. The day we got the negative hearing test back, I had an entire panel of professionals at my disposal. KLR doubled as an early-intervention specialist, so she had the right people at my doorstep to navigate EI programs and resources. I’m not sure how our story would be written differently without these people to call with questions and air frustrations.

3. Early intervention matters. Both of our babies were tested at birth, which put us months – if not years- ahead of the catch-up game. They were aided by 6 months and 3 months of age, so they spent most of their infanthood hearing sounds that help pattern their brain. That’s a big deal when it comes to how their brains work to recognize sounds. The folks that work in EI need a raise and a hug because they are gifts. We had RIHP Kelly, who came to our house monthly to help us navigate BCMH, practice listening activities, bounce questions or just share frustrations. Just a note: when you complain about taxes, please keep in your mind RIHP Kelly and the many do-gooders who make their programs work from shoestring state budgets. Not all of our social services are going to “deadbeats” who “won’t get a job.” Some of us have been served up a unique challenge and need some help.

H-Boy on the day he received his first hearing aids.

H-Boy wearing his first hearing aids.

4. It’s okay to feel the fears. Upon diagnosis, we went through a series of feelings around our children’s futures. We even asked the classic question, “will s/he go to prom?” Finally we answered, “if s/he wants to.” It changed our parenting philosophy that depends less on how others treat our children and more about what kind of person they want to grow to be. I won’t give license for kids to say jerkish things to my kids concerning their ears, but I will teach them to give grace for those who don’t understand, offer education for those who need to change the way they think and challenge them to become like the kind of friend they want by their side. We cannot change others or our life situation, but we can change the way we react to it. This is a life lesson beyond dealing with hearing aids, but I’ve been able to serve it to them at a young age.

5. Hearing loss changes the way we learn. This has been thrown in my face repeatedly this year. Both of my kids have had their aids and wear them consistently, but that doesn’t make them the same as typically hearing kids. They still require eye contact to get their attention. They have to work harder to hear the difference between a V and a B or an M or an N. Learning to read is hard, yo. Add in the fact that it’s dependent upon hearing someone verbally giving you the example… and, well, it can be a tad frustrating. Thankfully we had a patient teacher this year and H Boy is leaving Kindergarten in the early stages of reading and loving it (which was my primary goal. I’d wait until 2nd grade to have him reading if it meant it was an experience of joy rather than hatred). He read me Hand Hand Fingers Thumb yesterday and I could’ve cried with joy. I’m guessing I’ll have an entirely separate post someday as it relates to navigating school systems, IEPs, and working with children who need accommodation to stay head, not get ahead.

6. Hearing loss changes the way we interact. The oldest is a strong type-A, lead the pack, my-way kind of kid. (I have no idea where he gets it.) But at school? He’s quiet, reserved and best in small groups. However, I noticed a marked difference after we got him a new pair of hearing aids mid-year. Until we upgraded, I didn’t give as much thought to how you interact with groups when you may not hear the entire conversation or the exchanges that go on outside of your direct context. Because of this we’re going to work harder at getting both of them an FM system so that he doesn’t have to work as hard at hearing conversations going on around him. Even family members have noticed a marked difference in the way he interacts with his cousins and family beyond his immediate family. He’s opening up, joining in and even initiating conversations.

7. We can teach our children that normal is relative. My typically hearing children don’t find it strange at all that their siblings wear hearing aids – it’s simply one of the many differences among them all. Our experience has made me keenly aware of how my kids interact and understand other disabilities or life situations. I know that in our situation, I would want kids to ask us, or my children, about the hearing aids and have an opportunity to understand better that the differences are fewer than the similarities. I’ve been privileged to journey with like-minded parents who have raised their kids – my children’s friends – to see beyond the little things hanging over ears to see my children for their personality and character.

 

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