Jeff and I married just a few weeks after he received his undergraduate degree. We knew his desired career required graduate work and licensing to get anywhere. So, the day after we married, we loaded our wedding gifts in our car and headed to Abilene where he hoped for acceptance in the Master’s Marriage and Family Program at Hardin-Simmons University.
The duplex we rented a few weeks before was paid ahead one month. We had $400 in our checking account, and Jeff had a part-time job lined up. Everything else was up in the air.
People said, “You two are brave.” And then came the rest, “but, I could never…”
Three years later, Jeff received his Master’s degree, and we were living in Kerrville, TX with our family’s newest member, Emelie. Jeff and I both worked full-time, and every morning we left Emelie with Grandma Charlene, an amazing home care provider we adored.
Before long, Meredith was born, and we quickly learned she was allergic to the chemicals in disposable diapers. So, we cloth diapered her. Mind you, this was when the modern cloth diaper movement made our decision a cinch.
Still, when people saw Meredith in cloth diapers (and two years later, Kenny), they affirmed our choice, “You are brave.” And then came the rest, “BUT, I could never…”