As a child, I describe myself as an “old soul.”
Someone who acted older than her age. Growing up with a deaf parent I had to
“grow up” really fast. I didn’t have the typically childhood of those of my
peers being that I had to be the one who helped my mom handle business affairs.
But when I enter adulthood there were times, I grieved the loss of my
childhood. No longer could I snuggle up in my bed and my mom give me medicine
when I was sick. So much of my life’s toughest decisions I faced alone.
The world can be a cruel place. Friends forsake us,
people who we think we can count on turn their backs. Your adult children
should know that you are the one place where they can find acceptance. This
doesn’t mean we have to agree with our children’s choices; however, we…
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