One morning in 1998 as I was getting out of bed, Sean-Patrick, 8 years old and deaf, walked into my room. My daughter, as a student at Boston College and afterward, had babysat him. I was staying in his parents’ house while attending a conference in Massachusetts.
I knew about his deafness, but it was the first time he and I were alone. So, I made hand gestures and mouthed my words slowly, hoping he would understand. All to no avail. That is all I remember about that morning.