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On self-sufficiency, or, How I almost went on WIC

05.29.07 | commentary, Family | 40 Comments

A few months ago, I was feeling angry, resentful, and poor. I was angry (with myself and the housing market) that my family lives in a dangerous neighborhood. I was resentful of some friends and relatives and many other welfare program recipients in our country who were or had been on Medicaid, WIC and/or foodstamps and yet live(d) in nice(r) neighborhoods and/or houses than me. I was feeling poor because of credit card debt (for things like fence panels to fix those broken by criminals, and a digital camera to replace what was stolen), school loan debt, and the pressure of raising three kids on a one-income budget.

I know that I have much more material wealth than most people on earth. I’ve seen real poverty, and I’ve seen poor people who are happy, family-oriented, and not covetous. I also know that I don’t contribute enough in taxes to pay for my share of the roads, military protection, public schools, and other infrastructure and social programs of the United States that I take for granted. And I know that many of my friends and relatives will probably contribute, over time, much more back to society in taxes than I will and more than they ever receive(d) in assistance.

I still felt angry, resentful, and poor. Also, I was curious: how easy is it to get welfare? What does the process entail? What would it feel like? And, a few friends of mine encouraged me to check out WIC. It is so easy, they said. Why not? they said. I work hard and pay tithing and am not extravagant. Why not? I thought.

Another rationale for seeking welfare is an immoral and biased clause in the U.S. tax code, which provides financial incentive to parents to pay a third party to care for their children (see Dependent Care Tax Credit) while providing no equivalent tax break for stay-at-home mothers (if I’m mistaken on this, please let me know–I’ve got an amended tax return to file!). So, not only do I not earn money for the work I do, but, even if my husband and I were to fix this within our family by having him pay me a salary for everything I do for his children, he could not deduct those expenses from his income tax as a single father could deduct those monies paid to a nanny or daycare center.

Moral dilemma: If the income tax and welfare systems are corrupt, does that justify my getting whatever I can out of the latter?

One day I snapped. I dropped #1 off at school and took #2 & #3 to the WIC office with me. I filled out the necessary paperwork, which included questions like, “Do you or your children go to bed hungry?” “Do you worry where your next meal is coming from?” I answered these questions honestly. The only answer I gave that could have remotely given them the idea that I truly needed intervention was “it is often cheaper to buy unhealthy food rather than nutritious food.”

There was an interview with a nutritionist who was glad I was breastfeeding, but would have blithely given me formula if I’d wanted it. I should come back next month, they said, to prove my relationship to the kids and my income. In the meantime, I walked out with checks for a month’s worth of milk, eggs, cereal, peanut butter, tuna, carrots, and beans.

That night at dinner I told Dick what I had done. He was not happy. Neither was I. I carried those checks in my bag for a couple of weeks, planning which brands and quantities of the foods I would buy in which combination. I carried the checks into Publix and Walmart with me. I looked at the WIC stickers on the food cases. I thought about handing those goods and my checks over to the clerks. I bought other things, and walked out with the checks still in my bag.

My religious beliefs indicate that if, after all I can do, I cannot provide for myself and my family, I may turn to my extended family and to my church for temporary assistance. A few months ago, I didn’t ask my parents and siblings and in-laws for help, and I didn’t ask my church leaders for help, because I couldn’t see myself saying, “Yes, I have done all I can to provide for myself and my family.” That was not true, for me, at that time. When or if it ever is true, I will not hesitate to ask for help. In the meantime, those WIC checks remain at the bottom of my sock drawer. How could I ask perfect strangers to help me when I cannot ask those I love?

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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