The children were weary: a thirteen year old, a ten year old, a seven year old, and the two year old with his thumb stuffed deep in his mouth. She was barely thirty herself. Before she said anything else, she apologized for not having anyone else to watch the kids. “It’s been hard,” she said, and got her children comfortable in the waiting room chairs with toys and books before she even introduced herself to the service coordinator behind the desk. Jodie* had been sixteen when she had married her husband, pregnant with her first child. When she had moved…