Sunday, December 16, 2012

Struggle



When did I struggle?

  Living with friends for a couple months.  I struggled not because I didn’t appreciate the company or the gesture of letting us live there during the first two months of Benjamin’s life – but because it wasn’t on the west side near “our” post office, church, “our” bank, “our” places to eat.  The good part of it all was realizing how much our community meant to us.
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  Morning Sickness.  ‘Nuf Said.
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 Knowing when to say enough is enough in several circumstances that should not be mentioned in a public forum – when is the appropriate time to throw in the towel.
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 Knowing how many of pregnancy struggles – both the physical ones and the emotional ones to share with those around me. 
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Saying goodbye to our foster family.
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  Getting broken into several times over the summer leaving us feeling unsafe to stay in that apartment and having a contract for a house but having awhile inbetween and that inbetween be when we were supposed to bring a child into the world.
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   Explaining why people should still come to Chicago even with the nationally publicized violence.

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