When I Knew I Was Needy
I still remember the weight of him, pudgy legs sticking out of red cotton overalls, little hands relaxed as he slept in my lap. It was past nap time, and I had been trying so hard to get 9-month-old Stephen on a schedule. I knew he wouldn’t nap as long in my lap as he would at home, and this would probably mess up the schedule for the rest of the day.
As I sat there during the interminable wait, I reflected on the whirlwind of the past few months. Christian had changed jobs while I was pregnant and had begun working at our church. It was a full-time job, and the church was also paying for him to go to seminary. He started in the fall of 2010 when Stephen was almost seven months old. I had stopped working the week before Stephen was born, and we were plodding along with a very meager budget.
Soon after Christian started seminary, though, Stephen began to grow increasingly discontent. The pediatrician couldn’t find anything wr…
