In the Beginning..

Genesis.
We were a family living in a nice warm country with sun, rain , shorts and t shirts. Due to problems with our oldest son, we had to head up North. Now it's rain, snow, cold, the only warmth the the radiator right next to my legs. I swear that I would be able to smell the scent of burning flesh in a minute.
Where we were before, I had not many friends, merely acquaintances. Priorities for children there were different. Our son was different. Through no fault of his, he was not integrating into society. He was born deaf. Not only was he diagnosed after the age of 2, he was then put into a method of only learning to listen and speak. To our frustration, ( mine was worse, my husband can attest to that ), he was not allowed to sign. Being a bright and intelligent boy, we realised that there something else was wrong when he was not learning any speech. Great visual learner, poor listening skills. Well, deafness and being a bloke didn't help as well.
Pre-primary was drawing close and we had no options. By the time we had baby number 2, we had to make a decision. We had to go elsewhere in order for this boy to flourish. The sense of dread, depression meant we had to have Plan B.
We headed up North and now, the story and the boy has changed but the family remained strong and at least mummy isn't so frustrated anymore!