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I agree. Sometimes, when I read posts from hearie parents I *read* my Mum. Closed off to the reality that I am different and view the world in unique way. Not want me to be deaf. Not want me to sign. Sign, my native language and something that came so natural to me but taken away too young. Want me to speak like other *normal* kids. Think her approach right, right. Deaf approach wrong, wrong. She knows better than those who *LIVE* with this day in and day out. :roll:
My Mum never grieve for the fact that I will never hear her play violin. Mum grieve that I will never hear her play piano. Mum grieve that I come with extra work. Always have to be aware of dangers and surroundings even when no longer toddler.
I feel sorry for those who insist that there is nothing to grieve. If you carry a child to term, and I have, my wish was they would not be Deaf. Cross fingers they not be Deaf. I hope for healthy child. Even straight child that will get married and have family. Child that won't be ridiculed or taunted by society. Child that won't be looked down on.
When you adopt a child it is very, very different. People that struggle with infertility, or whatever the reason, are *SO* grateful to have child they are thankful to have child no matter what the challenge might be. There is nothing really to grieve if you know, going into parenthood, what the challenges are. Or, maybe the grieving is less. Hoping for perfectly healthy child but get one with challenge instead. But, I still think grieving is more for parents who go through pregnancy, and all the fantasy of what will my child be like, only to find out that things aren't quite so textbook like the Disney stories we all read.
Ryancher is a breath of fresh air for me. Wish she were my Mum when I growing up.