That’s a lie, I cried once but it was because I was proud and happy, not sad. Unrelated. Plus no one was looking so it doesn’t count anyway.
But I didn’t cry when it mattered. That much is true. I was serene and composed while Finn failed another hearing test. I was kind and polite when the audiologist indicated that she was a doctor and I wasn’t when I asked too many questions. I didn’t laugh when Finn corrected her pronunciation of tinnitus and she informed him without irony that “I’m too southern to do hard i’s.” I did everything I was supposed to do in that doctor’s office and I didn’t even say “bless your little heart you witch” when I was thinking it really loud with my Botox face on.
But I’m feeling all the feels about Finn’s soon to be hearing aids. I want his life to be perfect and easy and never need tiny new batteries. I’m excited about the science that will let him drown out background noise in restaurants with a flick of his phone. I’m filled with joy that he will hear me the first $&@!ing time I tell him to clean his room and he won’t be so worn out from school. I wish insurance would do its job and pay for them but I’m thankful for my education that allows me to be gainfully employed and do it myself.
There is no blood or guts or risk of opioid addiction with this fix and unlike so many things it is fixable.
Bless his little lipreading heart, for real.