Why do I do what I do? The answer lies deep within and so I’d like to share with you a true story. It’s a long one so I’m breaking it up into pieces. Here’s Part I – Enjoy and stay tuned for the rest coming in the next few days

“Your daughter will never be able to speak.”

The words stabbed through her heart like the pierce of a stingray, threatening to reduce her to a sobbing heap on the clinic’s polished floor. She glanced at the doctor, shock vibrating through her body, noting the middle aged woman’s dark eyes and stiff demeanour. The woman’s heavy accent and insensitive choice of words made her icy cold, cruelly clinical and far from personable. As though on cue, the unfeeling woman further affronted the young mother by asserting that the entire family must re-locate back to Vancouver immediately. The young child would only cope among peers at Jericho Hill, a school for the deaf.

She tightened her grip around her little girl’s belly, wishing upon wish that her love could erase what she’d just heard. Her heart breaking, the mother rested her cheek against her child’s soft face, willing this moment to disappear into nothingness. Swallowing the fear, she closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet smell of baby shampoo and kissed the soft hair on her daughter’s head. Forcing a smile in place and using all her strength to fight back tears, she realized she could not stand another moment in this room with this godforsaken woman.

With a deep breath, she threw her purse onto her shoulder, quickly stood, cradled her daughter on her hip and muttered, “thank you for your time.” The annoyed audiologist tried to stop her, “you need to take some of this material with you!” But her words simply hung upon the cool draft left behind as the mother rushed out the door.

Her heart pounding against her rib cage, she quickly found her car, buckled the little girl into her seat and slammed the door. As she climbed into the driver’s seat, she pushed away another onslaught of tears, quickly secured her belt and drove off. Unsure of where to go, she settled for the university, a place of wonderful memories. Perhaps that would bring comfort. She found a place to park, pulled her vehicle over, glanced in the rear-view mirror to see her child sleeping, turned off the ignition and finally let it all go.

Her sobs muffled in her scarf, she cursed this day. She cursed the gray backdrop of Vancouver’s bustling city. The dreariness of the day did nothing to ease the pain and her mind refused to absorb the words she’d just heard. Her sobs turned into cries of anger as she considered the possibility of moving back here. They had finally settled down up north and life was quieter, more peaceful. What would her husband say? They simply couldn’t come back; they’d left  for a reason! There had to be a better way! When exhaustion finally hit and no tears were left, she pulled herself together, checked again on her sleeping child and drove back to her mother-in-law’s.

Click here to read Part II!