Remember that Friends episode when Phoebe told Ross that of course he and Rachel were going to end up together because she was his lobster?
The theory was that lobsters mate for life. Everyone has that one true life companion and
no matter what might separate you temporarily from your lobster, it is fleeting
because you will eventually end up with them for all of eternity. I always thought this idea was reserved for
romantic relationships. And back in the
90’s before I met my husband, I hoped that I had a lobster and that we would
end up together. I had theories about my
‘soul mate’ and who that person was and whether we would “end up together”
because it was “meant to be”. The thing
about your lobster is that you really do not know who yours is until you find
them.
I imagine that this person, like Phoebe says, would
metaphorically walk around the lobster tank with you, holding your claw for the rest of your life. You would never be alone and you would know
that you belonged somewhere. What I
never predicted was that circumstances beyond my control, after my marriage and
after two out of three of my kids were born; I would find a whole tank full of
extraordinary lobsters. Maybe not the
kind of lobsters I had planned for, but arguably better. And here they are. Well some of them, anyway.
These ladies are my Moms of the Ear…my Speech School moms. They are mine because I know them intimately,
I know and love their kids, and they “get” me and my journey better than any
other people on earth. Hearing loss
brought me my lobsters.
Let me be clear that we are not exactly alike by any means—we
all come from different income brackets, marital statuses, careers, educational
institutions, etc. but the thread
between us (raising a child with hearing loss) is unique. Also, since hearing loss does not
discriminate, our differences are completely irrelevant. Having this experience leveled our playing
field. When we get together there is a
lot of fun and there is sharing about our kids’ progress or our latest worry or
our plans for next school year. We are
all cheering each other on and routing for each other’s kids. We accept each
other without judgment. Our personalities are different but we never really clash.
We express concern for the others in the group and we think through solutions
together. Like soul mates, we have a
magnetic pull back to one another and having each other is a matter of physical,
mental and emotional survival.
I wish that everyone reading this blog could 1) know these particular
women and 2) have a group of women just like them in their own lives.
In lieu of introducing you to your own network of lobsters,
let me tell you about some of mine:
Kelly and Sara have three kids each, yet what they are known for is being amazing advocates for all of the kids
with hearing loss in our state. They are working tirelessly to make sure
that hearing aids are covered by every child’s insurance company. It is hard work and they are not sure how
long it will take, but they are never deterred. They solve problems together
brilliantly and impress me every day with how savvy they have become on GA
legislation and how to get things done without being obnoxious about it. They are the co-founders of Let Georgia Hear…if you get a chance check out their website and sign the
petition no matter what state you are in. All children deserve access to
hearing aids to learn language if they need them. Period. Kelly just won the Atlanta Business Chronicle 40 Leaders Under 40 Award. These two inspire me to do more every
day.
Julia is a single mom who unfairly described herself as
“letting everyone down” the other night.
She said she told her trainer to suck it up because she was a mom and
her kid has special needs and she has a job and therefore she was not going to
let him shame her because she ate some things she should not eat last
weekend. She was basically trying to say
, “Get in line, dude.” We Moms of the Ear are always feeling like we are
letting people down, but in truth we are shining like diamonds every day. Unfortunately,
it never feels like that to us. We
always think we should be doing more. Julia is also generous and easy going and
gorgeous and has a beautiful home and I have never seen her down in the dumps
about her son and his challenges. She
says unequivocally that she never measures her son against other kids or his
chronological age or any other societal expectations because he is who he is
and as long as he makes progress, she is happy.
She is incredible. She never lets me down.
Scarlett is a former teacher who is married to a school
principal, but she is at home with her kids now. She has to be because her youngest daughter
is attending the Speech School and it takes her two hours to drive there and back every
day. She does that two hour commute, day
in and day out, without a single complaint.
In spite of it all, she is always the life of the party. She could easily feel sorry for herself, but
she chooses to find ways to lift herself up and to lift up others as well. It
has been four years now that she has made this commitment to her daughter. She knows it means sacrifice for her and even
her other kids, but she never waivers. She
is the strongest voice in the Let Georgia Hear movement other than Kelly and
Sara and she is willing to share her own family’s story of struggle to purchase
hearing aids in order to help all kids in GA.
She somehow finds it in her heart to cry with me about my own family
because she is deeply empathetic.
Mostly, she is a fighter.
Laila has a daughter with the same condition as my Wyatt who was diagnosed
later than most of our kids. Her
daughter has made amazing progress in the last couple of years, especially
since she received the cochlear implant.
Laila was very brave in making that decision to implant her daughter and
like me, doubted it every step of the way, but she pushed through because she
knew it was the right thing for her. She
has a demanding job and now is awaiting the birth of her twin boys! Even on bed rest, she still finds time to be
the co-President of the Parent Teacher Committee at the Hamm Center. Lately when I see her, she is planning the
next event or working on donations of treats for the cookie decorating party
coming up in December. She is also
worried about her twins and whether they will have the same condition as her
daughter. However, it will not matter to
her at all because she knows how much of a blessing her kids are and she will
celebrate each one of them every day.
She is an angel.
I could gush about these ladies all day long and each of the
others pictured (and not pictured) in the photo above. But that is not really the point. They all
have their story and each of their stories touch my heart and keep me going.
The point is, I seriously, could not survive this Profound Life, and frankly,
one single Profound Day without these moms.
Lately, in my work, I have been thinking and planning ways
to increase and infuse parent to parent support (like the support I get from my
group of moms) into every state early hearing detection system in the U.S. What are the elements of successful support? Is it just friendship or, as my intuition
tells me, is it friendship plus informational support, plus leading by example?
How do you seamlessly fold in new members of the network? How do you create a lasting commitment and
sacred love for one another’s kids? Can
it be cultivated or does it have to happen naturally?
My gut tells me that you can cultivate it. I am lucky enough to have a group of women at
church who have been meeting on about two Thursdays a month for close to four
years. We all were invited to the group
by a role model—a person whom we all want to be. Because of this woman’s deep faith, her
ability to make us feel comfortable, and her authenticity and concern for the
spiritual nature of our lives, we were all pulled in easily. Who would not want to spend more time with
this woman and grow in spirituality at the same time? No brainer.
Then we leaned in with a fierce commitment to showing up, to sharing with
each other and to keeping a sacred trust and confidentiality. Now I absolutely hate to miss the meetings of that group. So, over the past four years, I have been
fortunate enough to see that people can certainly create an environment of deep
support that we will always return to.
The primary difference is that these women at church chose their faith
and executed free will to be a part of the group. With hearing loss, you are hit with the
diagnosis and you are typically dragged in kicking and screaming and crying the
whole way.
That has to change. It does not have to be so terrible in
the beginning. We need to shorten the
path out of despair for moms of children with hearing loss.
I feel particularly responsible to solve this problem because
I like to share my good fortune. I think
that may stem from a feeling that I am undeserving of anything unless everyone
else can have it too. I believe that Moms of the Ear need each other for
survival and I have found my people and want others to find theirs too. No one should have to endure the path of
their life without their lobster.
Maybe once you discover the power of this type of support, you just naturally want to pay it forward. That is why one Mom of the Ear feels compelled to mentor another as soon as they have the capacity to do so. Lobsters helping baby lobsters. It is how we make meaning out of our Profound lives. I read this blog the other day that describes the mentoring of other families as a purpose in life in direct rebellion to the hard work and the heartache that also lies within the journey. It is exactly what I have been ruminating about ...
http://ardinger.typepad.com/bliss/2013/11/a-purpose-we-found-it.html
Maybe once you discover the power of this type of support, you just naturally want to pay it forward. That is why one Mom of the Ear feels compelled to mentor another as soon as they have the capacity to do so. Lobsters helping baby lobsters. It is how we make meaning out of our Profound lives. I read this blog the other day that describes the mentoring of other families as a purpose in life in direct rebellion to the hard work and the heartache that also lies within the journey. It is exactly what I have been ruminating about ...
Here is a crazy story about this spiritual vocation of mine…to mentor and serve. Last weekend, I was exhibiting for GA Hands & Voices at the Atlanta Area School for the Deaf Fall Festival. Hands & Voices exists in most every state in the US as a parent-to-parent peer support agency . We actively partner with professionals in the state to shepherd families from despair to determination on their journey through childhood deafness. In GA, we are working on creating a Guide By Your Side program that will hopefully create paid positions for moms and dads to mentor other families with children who are deaf or hard of hearing. We do this support activity without bias toward communication modality—ASL, Listening and Spoken Language, Total Communication, etc.
I admit I was a bit out of my element and wondering if I was
going to be able to get additional members for our Hands &Voices Chapter
at this particular event because we use no sign language in my family and
almost all of the folks at the event were signers or had kids who used ASL to
communicate.
Then, in walked my newest lobster. I met a mom who was like me, but not. She had
the same configuration of children with hearing loss in her family as me: her
oldest daughter was hearing, her middle
daughter is profoundly deaf, and her youngest, a son, is hard of hearing. Sound
familiar?
There were a couple of differences between us though. Her son wore bilateral hearing aids and mine
is unilateral. Her daughter does not
have implants and she attends the Atlanta Area School for the Deaf. The major
difference was that she was a child of deaf parents and had grown up culturally
Deaf—her first language was ASL, even though she could hear. Her sister and dad were also Deaf. She had married a Deaf man who was an oral
communicator with good speech, but needed ASL receptively. In spite of our language choices, we had a
ton in common.
She and I bonded immediately over our kids. We bonded not only because we had a similar
kid configuration, but because we both had some kind of genetic deafness on our
dad’s side and because we both were struggling with getting the right kind of
educational support for our kids. Her
middle daughter was doing great at AASD and reading two grades above grade
level, but her younger son had been placed in a mainstream setting and was
struggling in his classroom. For this little boy, whose family was always using
fluent sign language all around him, he depended on that visual support to fill
in the gaps. Yet, because of a dumb decision by the school system, he had no
interpreter in his classroom.
In my case, Ella is also struggling intermittently because
of her teacher’s lack of consistent use of her FM system. Because my family had more progressive loss
and had never had any profound deafness before my daughter was born, my family
of origin had never learned sign language.
Unlike this mom’s family, we really needed the FM system to fill in the
gaps for Ella. Different needs, but yet the same.
Truthfully, I felt a little self-conscious around her at
first because I was afraid she would disapprove of my choice to get Ella
implanted. I explained to her that I
felt inadequate to be able to be fluent in ASL fast enough for Ella to learn
the level of language that her daughter and son were privy to in her
household. Surprisingly, she understood immediately
and never made me feel bad about my choice.
That’s what lobsters do- they support without judgment. In turn, I would go to the ends of the earth
to find a solution for this mom. I
wanted her son to have what he needed as much as I want my child to have the
perfect scenario. I promised to reconnect with her after the event and I have
not stopped talking about her story to anyone in the field who will listen. I am forever changed by the struggle she has
had with the school system to get them to see her family as bilingual. Her son deserves better.
At Laila’s baby shower, pictured above, we welcomed another
lobster into our midst. This mom has a young
baby, only 8 months old. Not that much
older than Wyatt. I can see her still
coming to terms with her daughter’s hearing loss and her worries that she may
need an implant someday. I thought
afterward that with Ella we had the blessing of really never having any hearing
to lose. However, I get her struggle a
little more now, as I watch Wyatt’s left ear decline in increments toward a
unilateral deafness situation. I think
it is harder to watch it go slowly than it is to just rip the band aid off and
get all of your mourning done in the beginning. In spite of the challenges she
will face and the ups and downs of it all, I know this mom will be just
fine. I know that because she has now
been lucky enough to land in the presence of my lobsters and we are now holding
her claw and walking around our tank with her.In my church group that I mentioned above we are reading a wonderful book called "The Gifts of Imperfection" by one of my favorite authors, thinkers and writers, Brene Brown. Today, While I was waiting for a conference call to come in, I randomly opened the book to a page to see what messages God might be trying to send me through Brene this time. The first full paragraph on the left side page started with this sentence:
"Whether we're overcoming adversity, surviving trauma, or dealing with stress and anxiety, having a sense of purpose, meaning, and perspective in our lives allows us to develop understanding and move forward."
Yes, okay. I hear you loud and clear.
“We
are missing a few folks...but looking at this pic brings to mind words like:
inspiration, strength, courage, unconditional love, perseverance, fate, and
hope. Thank you ladies for being my rock, and thank you for an unforgettable
night! Love you all!”
Could
not have said it better myself. I would
only add the word commitment. We belong
to each other. And we take it seriously.
Do
not mess with my lobsters or you will get pinched.A couple of years ago we adopted a toast that goes something like this, “Here’s to the hard road because it led me to you.”
Amen!
Love
you, Lobsters! Thank God we ended up together. It was meant to be.
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