So I got a bunch of emails about a new job.....of course I ignored them... I love my job.
Then I got a bunch of emails from folks I know wanting me to open this email and look......I don't open every email because I get so many. I pick and chose.
I opened the email......
I applied for this job on impulse after I opened the email, it is for a parent guide for new parents. I am not sure if this is a match but I want to check it out.
One thing from this interview stays with me. Some things repeat a theme until we catch it and speak.
It started with the idea that parents are grieving.
Yes, your sweet baby is deaf and not the person you thought you knew. I remember how much I cried for three days. Holding him. I remember being terrified and I remember meeting my new son.
So after the interview I had a thought.
My third child died.
It was the most intense thing I have ever felt.
I was a mess. I needed to make decisions. I needed to make them fast. My husband and I were soup sandwiches, herding cats.
How do we bury her? (Money is involved and cultural choices)
Who can give advice? ( This is a business by the way)
I was not able to make the choices I wanted but it was OK.
It would not impact the future. My choices were just to comfort my transition.
The choices a parent of a deaf child makes do matter in the future. I realize the choices do make a difference to the whole family. I realize the family is in the grief process.
I realize I can maybe help.