This week my What’s Up Wenzday post is being kidnapped / high-jacked / stolen for the greater good. I hope you will agree.
It has come to my attention that a certain family residing in my six-street village has fallen on very hard times. The mom with whom I exchange pleasantries on a regular basis at the bus stop, as we wait for our children to get home from school, made it clear that her story is not to be shared, because she is worried about certain individuals finding out that her financial situation is less than savory with regard to her children’s welfare.
I assured Mom that I would keep her name and other pertinent, identifying information out of my blog, but that I had no choice but to let others know what was happening. This is the holiday season. And I am not a cold bitch who can just turn a blind eye to someone I see daily, knowing she will be unable to provide Magic for her kids on Christmas morning. That’s not who I am.
So here’s the skinny, and I’m hoping you can help.
Mom worked for a small, privately owned company until early this year, at which point the owners declared bankruptcy and folded, leaving her without a job. She had been carpooling with her husband, as they shared their sole vehicle, and while he is still somewhat gainfully employed, he was transferred to a location in a city far enough away that the gas to pay for his commute basically eats about half of his paycheck.
Mom and Dad are both hopeful that something will shake lose between now and Christmas, but it seems grim. They have two children, and with family living too far away to be of assistance, they cannot afford childcare, leaving Mom unable to look for a new job. Besides, with Dad driving such long distances back-n-forth, she doesn’t have transportation to go job hunting anyway.
It has been suggested that Dad find a new job closer to home, which he would absolutely love to do — except that he now works seven days a week in order to support his family, and thus has zero time to send out resumes or fill out applications, much less schedule interviews. Additionally, all hiring at this time of year would be seasonal and thus pointless. Plus they would lose their medical insurance, a big no-go as there are health issues involved.
Mom revealed over coffee and lots of tears that she and Dad are losing their house, as the bank has placed their home in foreclosure. Storm damage from the last few years has left their residence in vast disrepair, causing utility bills to skyrocket out of control — often their monthly bills are much higher than their monthly mortgage payment, which of course they are no longer able to make if they wish to keep their electricity on. I’m guessing things will only get worse in the coming winter months.
I would love to help this family out, but sadly I am in similar financial straits myself, and beyond a cuppa joe there isn’t much I can do. This is where you come in.
My hubz is setting up a fundraiser, the link to which should accompany this post at the time it is published. It is my greatest Christmas wish that we can all come together and give a small token of support so that Mom and Dad will be able to put some presents under their Christmas tree. I know it won’t solve all their problems, but at least it would ease the guilt every parent feels when they fail their children.
I can understand how this feels, because we are there, too — LOLZ — our Christmas decorations were all destroyed in a flooded cellar last year, and we can’t afford any new baubles-n-lights-n-ribbons-n-crap, so our tree this year is a stack of books wrapped with lights and adorned with a star cut from scrapbook paper.
My kids are fun and creative enough that this is enjoyable and adventurous and imaginative. However, even though we are having a great time making a new tradition and coming together as a family, it is killing me that I can’t give them a “real” tree. I’m not complaining about this, mind you — it makes for a great story, has provided excellent quality time, and will continue to be something we look back on for years to come with joy in our hearts.
But still. Parents want to give their children the world. I can’t even give my children a proper tree. Mom and Dad can’t even give their children gifts.
I hope you will consider giving a small donation to Mom and Dad. I can only imagine how happy they will be when I present them with enough money to show that Santa hasn’t forgotten their children. Thanks in advance for anything you offer, no matter how small.
May the Magic of the season grip your heart with love and charity.