They Told Us Deaf Parents Would Struggle
I remember what we were told in the beginning.
The concerns.
The assumptions about how Deaf parents would manage.
The questions about how things would work.
At the time, I didn't have all the answers either.
I was simply becoming a parent.
Looking back now, what I remember most isn't what people said.
I remember the moments that followed.
The laughter.
The shared attention.
The little ways we learned each other.
We built our connection through hands, eyes, expressions and presence.
Not because we had to.
Because that's how our family grew together.
When I look at photographs like this, I don't see the limitations other people imagined.
I see a family finding its rhythm.
I see joy.
I see trust.
I see love taking shape in its own way.
And I think that's what I carry with me most.
Not what we were told.
What we lived.
