I have learned over the last 13 years that even when I feel like a two year old kicking and screaming the community we stumbled into will show a side of humanity that stills cares for the children, the folks who need a voice, the mamas who just need a map and the friends we find along the way.
From a very young age I have refused to ask for help. Somehow I think I have branded my eldest with this trait. Tonight my son and I had a really cool conversation.
So first to quote my son, "Mom, really? Another hippie thought? .....Wait... what? What? I am going to have theater interpreters?? Larry? No? huh? Mom what did you do??? I am confused...Oh..
*mama explains in detail*
" mom I can't take that"
Sometimes it is not help but community.
thoughtful pause, thinking hippie mama and deaf son.
Deaf son at a later time " oh, by the way, I think they are doing "A Midsummer's Night Dream" next year at school!!!!! " *turns out thirteen is the age of random multitasking thinking.......*
and second that hippie quote he was referring to,
Speechless and grateful for the gift of his community.
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ReplyDeleteYou can remind your son, if he is struggling with the idea of accepting help, that interpreting is a two-way street. This is as much about him having access to the camp as it is about the camp having access to him.
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