Growing up with a mom that was hard-of-hearing (they didn't call it hearing impaired back then) was sometimes challenging. I remember one day when I was a teenager, my friends and I wanted to go shopping at the mall. We went to my house so I could ask permission. When we got there, the two girls sat down in the living room and I went into the kitchen to talk to my mom.
I walked up to my Mom and said "MOM CAN I GO SHOPPING AT THE MALL WITH MY FRIENDS?" She said "Yes, just be careful". Cool, I was happy. But when I went to tell my friends, they both had this shocked look on their faces. I had no idea why. As we got into my friends car, they both looked at me and said "How come you yell at your mom? Doesn't she get mad?", I was totally confused by what they were talking about. I talked to her the way I always talk to her. They thought I had been disrespectful. Wow, where did that come from? Then I realized, they didn't know my mom couldn't hear, and that we had to talk loud so she could hear us, especially when she wasn't wearing her hearing aids. Once I explained that to them, they both laughed and seemed relieved that I wasn't being mean to my mom.
That got me to thinking, I wonder how many times I had been out with my mom and other people must have thought that I was an awful teen for talking to my mom loudly. They too probably didn't understand. What they didn't' know was I loved and respected my mom and would never hurt her intentionally, even as a teen.
Mom went home to be with Jesus 13 years ago, and now I no longer have to yell for her to hear me, because I know now she can hear me even when I whisper.