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<\/a>\u00a0Guest post by Dwija Borobia<\/a><\/i><\/p>\nDwija Borobia,<\/a> 30, her husband, and their four young children decided to buy a house \u2013 sight unseen \u2013 in rural Michigan off the internet. Two months ago, we ran a piece of her story here.\u00a0 <\/a>Here\u2019s another piece.\u00a0<\/i> On the Friday before Mother\u2019s Day, my husband was laid off. He had actually come home early from work that Friday, with a six pack in his hand and a smile on his face.\u00a0 I knew something was up.\u00a0 But I didn\u2019t ask him outright and he didn\u2019t tell me outright, because he also needs a little time to process things, and if we were both processing it at the same time, well\u2026that might not have been good.\u00a0 In fact, it would certainly have been bad.\u00a0 Better one at a time, truly.<\/p>\n So Friday and Saturday passed, with every suggestion by me that I ought to get to the store before he took the car again on Monday being shrugged off by him nonchalantly.\u00a0 And then on Sunday, Mother\u2019s Day, as we sat around the breakfast table before leaving for church, I insisted, emphatically, that it didn\u2019t matter if it was Mother\u2019s Day.\u00a0 We had <\/i>to go to the grocery store after Mass.\u00a0 End of discussion.<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u201d he said, \u201cI have sort of a surprise for you.\u201d<\/p>\n Pause.<\/p>\n \u201cUm, I don\u2019t have to go to work on Monday.\u00a0 Or ever.\u00a0 Yeah, so, the car will be here and\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n \u201cYay\u2026.?\u201d, he suggested cautiously with an apologetic smile.<\/p>\n \u201cUh, are you serious?\u201d<\/p>\n And of course, he was.\u00a0 The contract that he\u2019d been hired to help fulfill had fallen through.\u00a0 No contract means no money means no work.<\/p>\n I hope you\u2019ll know what I mean when I say I distinctively felt the pivotal nature of that moment.\u00a0 Or better, I felt the pivotal nature of my reaction to that moment.\u00a0 I could have choosen to be sad, disappointed, worried, or worst of all, angry.\u00a0 If I had gone down any of those paths, most people would consider my response justified.\u00a0 But would it have been?\u00a0 Would it have made my family any more joyful or peaceful?\u00a0 Would it have improved my relationship with my husband?\u00a0 Would it give him his job back? No.<\/p>\n So I took a deep breath and nodded my head.\u00a0 I forced a smile.\u00a0 \u201cWell, it\u2019s not like it paid all that much and you certainly weren\u2019t enjoying yourself.\u201d\u00a0 The look of pure relief that came over my husband when he heard those simple words was undeniable.\u00a0 I knew he had been nervous, maybe even a little afraid.\u00a0 Probably a whole lot sorry, even though there\u2019s nothing he could have done.\u00a0 He wanted nothing more than to make me happy, but he had no choice but to tell me truth.<\/p>\n
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When I\u2019m presented with a challenging circumstance, when the road gets a little bumpy and the things aren\u2019t going the way I wish they would, I clam up.\u00a0 I need time to process the valleys of life.\u00a0 The peaks\u2026well, I shout those out eagerly!\u00a0 Today, on the other hand, is different.\u00a0 Today I\u2019m ready to share something with you that was, or perhaps should have been, more difficult to celebrate.<\/p>\n
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Now see, if I had posted this the day before Mother\u2019s Day or the day after Mother\u2019s Day, there would have been many condolences and true sadness and real concern from all of you, my dear friends, both those I know in flesh and those whom I\u2019ve come to know and treasure over the past few months.\u00a0 There was absolutely no way that I was going to saddle any of you with that worry.\u00a0 If my friends were less empathetic or we had another real source of income then I might have considered it, but they aren\u2019t and we don\u2019t, so I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n