Personal Narrative: Growing Up With A Deaf Mother

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Growing up with a deaf mother was always stressful. My mother was a single parent raising us the best way possible. Not knowing she was doing the best she could, I use to wonder what a life would be like with a mother who can hear, or who did not have a disability. Because of my mother disability I was ashamed of not having the same opportunities as my friends. When I was in the third grade, I use to be embarrassed about my mother being deaf. I used to be upset about the the fact that I could not have a normal everyday conversation that a mom and daughter should have, and I did not understand why. This was one of the worst feelings ever. I was not able to explain to my friends why my mom was so different. All my friends would have their mom …show more content…
She did not understand that as a 3rd grader all I knew was there was something adherent about my mother and I did not think it was cool. When I decided to tell my people about my mom disability and told them I used sign language to speak to her, they was it was cool and a good talent to have, But being in a young mindset I thought they were being sympathetic. As I got older, I realized that growing up with a deaf mother is a blessing. It allowed me to grow up knowing another language, and to be opened minded about different disabilities. I realized that knowing sign language has always been a privileged skill that others wished they had. Having a deaf mother has made me a better person because it showed me that sometimes people with disabilities can be a blessing and can cause to have an extra talent. It also made me a better person because knowing how to do sign language allowed me to help others around me when i see a deaf person. Having a deaf mother has allowed me to be aware and miGrowing up with a deaf mother was always stressful. My mother was a single parent raising us the best way …show more content…
I used to be upset about the the fact that I could not have a normal everyday conversation that a mom and daughter should have, and I did not understand why. This was one of the worst feelings ever. I was not able to explain to my friends why my mom was so different. All my friends would have their mom at the parent meetings, and school events. Meanwhile I would try to beg my sister to go to places and events that involved our parents so my friends would not ask any questions. When it was report card time I use to always want my sister to go up to my school. She never understood why, and she thought I was being unreasonable. She did not understand that as a 3rd grader all I knew was there was something adherent about my mother and I did not think it was cool. When I decided to tell my people about my mom disability and told them I used sign language to speak to her, they was it was cool and a good talent to have, But being in a young mindset I thought they were being sympathetic. As I got older, I realized that growing up with a deaf mother is a blessing. It allowed me to grow up knowing another language, and to be opened minded about different

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