Case in point. Today i had a volunteer working with me, that has a developmental disability that limits her speech abilities, I also had several clients from various Asian countries that came in. As you can imagine there were various degrees of communication impediments, all of which I attempt to over compensate by shouting. This is why I am a little hoarse today.
You get it. I said I was a little hoarse today and than showed a picture of a little horse. Why am I wasting my time in nonprofit management, this expletive is gold.
But seriously, I know I am horrible at communicating (at least Misty tells me I am) and what better illustration than me shouting at this poor girl and than giving an approving smile.
I am going to need work on this when we eventually bring home our kiddos. More than likely they are not going to speak English (though some do learn, as it is taught in primary school in Ethiopia, however, many aren't afforded the opportunity to go to school). I can just picture our children cowering every time I try to read them a bedtime story. "GOODNIGHT MOON!" I will shout as I close the children's classic. I can just hear them whispering to each other as I leave the room "why did we have to get the psycho dad that shouts at us and smiles, at least in Ethiopia we didn't fear for our lives every time we went to bed.... and why is he reading Goodnight Moon to us. We are teenagers."
Well, we probably won't be adopting teenagers, I just added that for affect.
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