Each morning I wake to my bed shacking beneath my body. I role over, tap my husband on the shoulder a few times and our day begins. We go about our morning routine, eating eggs and bacon while reading the newspaper and holding a scattered conversation around the table. I don't hear my son wake up, but as he throws his arms around my neck giving me a big bear hug, I know he too is ready to start his day. I take his hand and we walk upstairs together. I can tell he's trying hard not to make too much noise and wake up my baby daughter, but the flashing lights in the hallway let me know she's already crying for me to hold her . My son grabs my hand, eagerly waiting for me to pick out his first day of school outfit as my daughter rests her head on my chest. I may not be able to hear a word they tell me, but it is apparent through their actions how much they love me.
             Being a deaf mother to two hearing children is not an easy task, but each day it brings me satisfaction to know that despite what the hearing world thinks of me, I am able to give my children just as much love and care as any hearing parent can . Both my husband and I have been deaf since our births, each of us living 41 years in complete silence . It is believed the reason for my hearing loss was that my mother contracted Rubella (German measles) during the first trimester of her pregnancy with me . While many people see my deafness as a handicap I don't. How can I feel like I'm missing something I never had in the first place? The fact that I'm deaf has very little effect on my life; it's my children that are more affected . Because they can't speak to me, we need to find other ways to communicate. My son is old enough now that he is learning American Sign Language so he can talk to me and my husband . Because my parents along with my husband's parents are hearing, they are also able to help my son learn spoken...