Our Story of how Sign Language is helpful to our own family...
How Sign Language has helped us! There have been times when I thought my youngest son, Jeremy, would never talk. Would never be able to say, "I Love You, Mom". Falling back on my "old" interpreter ways, I remembered that the true experts, not just those who claim to be, have said that sign language can enhance and encourage speech in non-verbal children. Not only that, but even hearing, normally developed infants who are taught sign language during their first year, can have an average 10 points higher of an IQ than what they would have had without the sign language intervention. I myself attend a deaf & hard of hearing Sunday School class at Church. Not only to be involved in the deaf community, make deaf friends, learn more and more sign language as much as I possibly can, but I have noticed that I gleen so much more of the spiritual message having that visual imput as well as audial. My son needed another mode of communication. A year ago he told me he loves me for the first time. With the I Love You hand sign. He was 8 years old. That was a long, but well worth wait!
Welcome To Holland
When you're going to have a baby, it's like you're planning a vacation to Italy. You're all excited. You get a whole bunch of guide books, you learn a few phrases in Italian so you can get around, and then it comes time to pack your bags and head for the airport--for Italy.
Only when you land, the stewardess says "Welcome to Holland."
You look at one another in disbelief and shock, saying "Holland? What are you talking about? I signed up for Italy!"
But they explain there's been a change of plans, and you've landed in Holland, and there you must stay. "But I don't know anything about Holland! I don't want to stay!" you say.
But you do stay. You go out and buy some new guide books, you learn some new phrases and you meet people you never knew existed. The important thing is that you are not in a filthy, plague-infested slum full of pestilence and famine. You are simply in a different place than you had planned. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy, but after you've been there a little while and you have a chance to catch your breath you begin to discover that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. Holland has Rembrandts.
But everyone else you know is coming and going from Italy. They're all bragging about what a great time they had there and for the rest of your life you will always say, "Yes, that's what I had planned."
The pain will never go away.
You have to accept that pain, because the loss of that dream, the loss of that plan, is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you will never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.