So, the audiologist looks at me and says “You have mild to moderate hearing loss”. It sunk in. I remember when my Mom started losing her hearing. I would get so annoyed when she would ask me multiple times to repeat myself. Sometimes she would answer the question she thought you asked. Never mind the actual question. My Granny, Mom’s Mom, was deaf at the end of her long life too.
I’m older now. I am becoming my Mother.
In so many ways, I’m lucky to be like her. She always says hello and starts a conversation with strangers. She likes to help. She’s quick-witted. She has a weird sense of humor. She has the Scrabble gene that runs strong in our family. She loves music. She doesn’t watch sports. She loves to hear and tell stories. I’m so lucky to have her.
I have a daughter now. She is the very best parts of me and her father all mushed together. Although we’ve always been friends, I always admired her because she was different than me. She never went through that bitchy teenage phase. I did. She always seemed very quiet and private to me. She is an artist. She used to be embarrassed when I talked to strangers. She always seemed wise beyond her years, and sometimes I wasn’t sure who was raising who. She’s all grown up now, married, and has a son. I love him to pieces.
We share a lot of things. She calls me nearly every morning and we talk about EVERYTHING. We both love music, even though we’re not musicians. We share and build playlists together. All her brothers are musicians. She and I are fans. She encourages me, and I return that encouragement. She talks to strangers more than she used to. We play a game of Scrabble now and then. She’s good at it. She has a weird sense of humor. She loves to help, and teaching is her passion. I’m so lucky to have her.
My daughter is becoming me. Still different in so many ways, but I’m starting to notice the similarities more. She’s older now.
She’s having a baby in June. I hope it’s a girl.