Children and More - My long summer of silence
I'd like to explain something to the woman I saw at the pool this summer as I was needing my son's attention but he was across the pool. I snapped my fingers repeatedly. When he didn't turn, I whistled our family whistle. His head immediately swiveled and he ran toward me.
The woman looked shocked that this was how I communicate with my kids.
What she doesn't know is that it was all part of survival in the Summer of Silence.
I lost my voice a few months ago. Now, this is awkward for anyone.