Story of teh Day 12/ 17/ 2010

Friday evening, before we eat dinner, as part of our Shabbat celebration, my husband blesses our children with a traditional blessing.
He has always done this going from the oldest child to the youngest. Of course, as the children have migrated away, first leaving for college and then for jobs, the number of children in line for this has dwindled, so most Shabbats the only child is the youngest, as she gets the first and last blessing of the evening.
For now, however, Aaron is home from college and he is the first child in line, this Friday.

My husband starts to bless him, and he has shifted his voice down to a low register. In other words, my husband is making the blessing using the voice of a 250 lb football player.
When he finishes, he asks Aaron if he can hear him better with a deeper voice.
He has been doing this for years, so we are all a little surprised that he is now asking this.

My husband explains that a few years ago, a deaf friend of ours from Cleveland mentioned to him that his voice is hard to hear because it is relatively high.

My son hesitates for a moment and says, “Dad, the reason your friend has trouble hearing your voice is because he is deaf.”