We got to meet up with other fulltime families, thanks to a facebook group. One family will hit their one year mark this October and another just got into their 4th month. We swapped Instagram accounts and had productive small talks (yes, it’s possible).
It was a good experience, especially when none of them could sign. My boys played with their kids (tag) for an impressive amount of time. I say impressive because they would normally flee into opposite directions when encountering nonsigning children.
Naturally, I had to labor a bit with lipreading to try and keep track of what was being said. With my amazing imagination and verbatim skills, I think I was able to understand 50% of what was said between the other families’ parents and to me. I occasionally turned to my camera to take candid photos of their kids, also to ease the awkwardness of not understanding what was being said.
One of the parents asked me if we lost all of our hearing or if we have some hearing. I responded, “we didn’t lose any hearing. Just born that way. So, in a way, it was never a loss.” I wonder what he thought afterwards.
After a little past half hour, a record for my boys, they disappeared (like, really snuck away) and I found myself happily chatting/filling-in-the-blanks and then slowly pause and say, “where did my boys go?”
Despite them not knowing signs, it was a good meet up and I’m not surprised by it at all. I think fulltimers have a different mindset when it comes to meeting other people, especially fulltime families.
I thanked them for a nice playdate and I found my boys in the Media Center waiting for me to proceed with homeschooling. Instead of going straight to work, we played Guesstures, Jenga and shared stories with each other.
I asked them how did they like the experience of meeting other families. “It was good.” “I guess it was good.” “Fine, I wish they could sign though.”
Yes. How I wish everyone could sign. For me, not signing is the true loss here.
just a mother who fled from society's constraints and is super excited to wake up to the outdoors, remain braless daily and teach her boys the art of boredom and discovery.