As he handed me the ball with his left hand he looked up into my eyes, frowning, then lifted his right hand to his chin and pulled it forward signing “thank you” and repeated himself in what was clearly a passive aggressive reminder for what I should be saying to him.
This telling off was deserved, I really do value good manners and I hadn’t thanked him for sharing his ball with me. Children, especially toddlers (or in this case threenagers), are master parent-humblers. As soon as you start to get cocky in your parenting there will be a developmental leap or they’ll say something in public that you meant for a private conversation or they will just decide to hate that food you confidently bought in bulk after they ate it enthusiastically for a few days, just to keep that parenting ego in check. I don’t generally welcome those moments of enforced humility, but this one had me welling up with pure joy. More than just him learning that saying thank you is a must. He signed to me, in clear BSL, communicating in a way that was more than purely functional; it was functional AND sassy.
Don’t get me wrong, this boy has always had a bit of sass. He expresses it in many ways (for the most part it looks like a tantrum, ideally in public to attract as much attention as possible), but this was the first time he did it in this way, using language.
When Benji was a baby we were told he had a hearing loss & I found myself watching videos on social media of deaf children hearing their parents voices for the first time. The tear jerking moment where the aids/implant are switched on, baby squeals in delight and mum says “I love you” through choked sobs. Then we had The Lost Years, where Benji was mistakenly discharged from audiology, followed by his eventual diagnosis a few months ago. The subsequent hearing aid fittings brought me right back to those ‘switch on’ videos.
Covid meant that only one parent could go with him to the momentous appointment so I snatched the chance and promised Abe I’d get a video so he could have his very own tear jerker video. Spoiler: I didn’t keep that promise. The appointment didn’t go to plan- Benjamin hated his hearing aids and I fumbled around with my nervous fingers cutting off the video by accident. I felt incredibly awkward talking to him with the audiology team watching us closely so I couldn’t think of anything to say, then he cried and needed a cuddle so the video didn’t materialise. When I got home I was deflated. The build up to hearing aids had been intense. Over the following weeks I slowly realised that making my deaf son hear wasn’t actually the goal, but celebrating and supporting him in his own learning was. Seeing him start to recognise and respond to signs was more magical and meaningful than any switch on video could have been. His nursery teacher telling me he’d asked for daddy at nursery by signing, his excited signs as he tells us about his new favourite tv programme, his reminder that I should have manners enough to say thank you when he shares with me- these are the real tear jerkers. These are the moments I want to cherish.
We were advised against signing with him as a toddler, by health professionals who wanted his speech to progress properly when he showed delays. I mourn all the missed opportunities, and I regret taking that (terrible) advice. Now we celebrate every new sign he learns, every new context in which he uses it. My hope is that as we progress in learning this new language it’ll become so commonplace in our day to day that we don’t have many moments like these, so I’m enjoying them in this stage (while also looking forward to communicating without fumbling over my fingers).
I don’t know exactly what the future holds as we continue with testing, appointments and therapies, but one thing I’m sure of is this: no matter how we communicate, he will always find ways to make sure I’m humbled in my parenting.