It took me two years before I’d let this much of myself show.
My bottle blonde hair
and palette of cosmetics
usually help me blend in with the other moms
who drive their children to sporting events
on a warm summer afternoon.
I turn the wheel,
hoping to avoid the stark reflection
that stares back in the rearview mirror.
A profile of me with the low ponytail says it all:
There is something different about me.
I am wearing hearing aids.
This is who I am.
I am slowly going deaf.
This was meant to happen,
to help me hear beyond what comes through
- From the poem ‘Different’ by Lipreading Mom Shanna Groves
What do you think of my hearing aids?