Anyone can give advice but not everybody
has good advice.
I have maybe half a dozen little
gems that stayed with me over the years in relation to motherhood.
My mother in law once told me to
pick my battles. At the time I was
suffering from a severe case of first time mother-itis and mentally scoffed at
that one. I wanted and intended to win
them all!
A doctor told me to never doubt
myself as a mother; if I feel something isn’t right; always get it checked
out. He also said boys can be labelled
as trouble makers in school when in actual fact, they are hard of hearing and
cannot hear an instruction.
I took special note of that one, especially
having four boys. Two of which have had
grommets already inserted for glue ear.
Now we are going down the same road
for a third time.
Lovely Liam has been hard of hearing
for a while. In the beginning it was
funny and cute when he told the dog to “shit” when he meant sit.
After a while our ears became
attuned to his particular language and we translated for others.
Sometimes.
Sometimes I hadn’t a clue what he
was saying. His words ran together
without a beginning or an end, just a mad jumble of nonsense, making perfect
sense to no-one except him.
I became frustrated at times as did
he.
This week I notice I seem to be
talking to him like he is an overseas visitor who doesn’t speak the
language. Or a bit slow. It’s not on.
He is such a jolly, sociable,
trusting little soul he deserves not to
be spoken to like that. It is not respectful.
I hate it.
But I like that he is not due to
start school for another year so he will be “fixed” well before then.
Lovely Liam is booked in to get his
“new ears” Wednesday week. We have had a
little chat about how he is not actually going to have his existing ones
removed (chopped off) and new ones attached in their place.
I’d better stop threatening to Cut
The Legs Off Them I think.
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