Enough warmth in the house during the cold months.
Enough love to make up for everything we couldn’t afford.
For most of my adult life, that belief carried me through difficult seasons. It helped me get through months when the checking account balance made my stomach knot. It helped me smile through overdue bills and unexpected expenses. It helped me convince myself that as long as I kept working, planning, and stretching every dollar as far as it could possibly go, my family would be okay.
What I hadn’t fully understood until a Tuesday evening in late spring was that enough wasn’t something that simply appeared.
Enough was something I fought for every single week.
I argued with the grocery store over prices in my head while pushing a cart down the aisles.
I argued with utility bills about which one could wait another week.
