I thought I was going to be pregnant for the same gestation time as most elephants. I was as round as a beach ball but it did not stop the hunger pains. I was sure that the month before Christmas was going to be my worst. I had decided to be a stay at home mom. This did not interest my unborn child’s father in the least. He told me we would be fine. He said that he would work twice as hard to support our new addition to our family. I can just say now that it did not happen that way. By November 20th he was unemployed by choice, i was on public assistance, and I was having a baby alone. While I was having my daughter he was outside the hospital having a fist fight with a stranger.
I had just given birth to my second child. It does not sound so bad until you add that I had to move in with my sister so that I had food to eat and a roof over our heads. Or when you add that I was forced to send my son to his father to live so that he would be in a stable situation. Besides all of those things I was also stressed because I have to been able to buy any Christmas for my children. Time was running out and I had less than a week.I went to the local church close to were I was now living. I was not sure what they could do for me. I just knew I needed help. Shortly after my tearful explanation the woman I had been talking to handed me a few pieces of paper she had been writing on. After handing me the papers she told me to return to the church gym the following day at 12 noon and they would help me.
When I arrived I did not know what to say. The inside of the gym was full of tables overflowing with toys, games, and clothes. I finally composed myself enough to hand my paperwork to the woman I had talked to the previous day. She then told me to walk around the tables and pick out three items for each child and myself. Soon I returned home, my sister told me that I would have the house to myself this year. Her and her husband were going to his family for the holidays. I found out that was the reason she had not done any decorating that year, including no tree. After they left my neighbor came over to give me a small tree that was already decorated. She told me it was her way of passing on the Christmas spirit.
Even though I was lucky enough to have received all this help I was worried. I had not seen my son in over a month. I was worried that he would be disappointed with the small Christmas that I had to offer him. I found out quickly that all my worries became a waste of my time. When my son arrived he ran past the tree and gifts. He then jumped into the playpen giggling and said ” Hi I am big brother”. Later after all of our Christmas celebration was over and the kids were playing with their toys my son looked up and told me that this was the best Christmas ever. Now that my children are 15 and 17 years old I still agree with him.