Today we celebrated Drew's second hearing day! Two years ago our son's cochlear implants were activated and he heard his very first sounds. To be honest, the day almost passed as usual. Every day life is just so normal, and Drew hears so well, that I sometimes forget what we went through to get to this day. In a way, that is good, but I always want to remember this day, and give thanks to those who have given our son the opportunity to hear, and learn to communicate with his family, friends and community. We are forever grateful.
As a little hearing present, Drew decided to learn how to put his ears back on himself! When they come off now, he'll pause and put the coil back on his own head. It is wonderful! And he gets so excited each time he successfully puts his ear on, and proclaims, "I did it!" He is growing up right before our eyes and it is just so wonderful to see. I am so happy that God chose me to be his Mommy. I am truly blessed.
Sunday, June 28
Friday, June 26
Please Talk To Me
Last week I took Drew with me to Lowe's to pick up some home & garden equipment at fabulously low prices (can you tell "Pitchmen" is my favorite show this summer)?
On the way there, the boy just wouldn't shut his mouth. Perhaps we should start calling him "Mouth". I don't remember what he was talking about, but he likes to repeat things.
A few minutes later, I start to realize that he's talking to me. Not about the golf ball. So once I tune in I realize he's a little upset. What's he saying?
"Daddy, PLEASE talk to me! Talk to me DaDa!"
It was wonderful. I might have had a tear. It was another one of those moments that make some of the rough times worth it - a moment where you remember just how special it is that he is able to continually improve his speaking ability, and a time to be so thankful that he can talk and likes to be talked to. Nothing can diminish that feeling!
Except...
On the way there, the boy just wouldn't shut his mouth. Perhaps we should start calling him "Mouth". I don't remember what he was talking about, but he likes to repeat things.
"Dad, I have my ball. It's a golf ball."Now I'm always happy deep down inside whenever he says anything at all, but I wasn't feeling that deep down warm and fuzzy feeling at that point. I was beginning to tune him out.
"That's great buddy, you have a golf ball."
"Dad, I have a ball. A golf ball."
"I see that Drew, you have a golf ball"
"I have my golf ball."
A few minutes later, I start to realize that he's talking to me. Not about the golf ball. So once I tune in I realize he's a little upset. What's he saying?
"Daddy, PLEASE talk to me! Talk to me DaDa!"
It was wonderful. I might have had a tear. It was another one of those moments that make some of the rough times worth it - a moment where you remember just how special it is that he is able to continually improve his speaking ability, and a time to be so thankful that he can talk and likes to be talked to. Nothing can diminish that feeling!
Except...
"Dad?"
"Yes, Drew?"
"I have a golf ball. It's my golf ball, Dad."
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