I became a mother at the ripe young age of Fifteen. Now as an adult and mother of Two children, I sit back and think “wow, I really was still a baby, having a baby”. I see my children at the same age I was when I was pregnant and think to myself “There is no way they could raise a baby, they are still so young and innocent”. I guess that is most likely how my mom felt seeing her baby girl pregnant at Fourteen.
I was not the town slut, I actually became pregnant my first time having sex. Although once you become a mom at Fifteen, you somehow become the small town whore.
I know a lot of people judged my mother for allowing me to become pregnant, she even lost friendships because of what I did. In reality, it was not her fault at all. She was a single mother, working 12 hour shifts in a Factory to provide for me and could not always watch me 24 hours a day. She trusted me, and now that I am an adult, I appreciate how much she trusted me and hate that I broke her trust.
Even though my mother was clearly disappointed in me, she did not leave me all alone to raise a child. She was there for me through every Doctor’s appointment, Lamaze class and delivery. She insisted I go back to school to finish getting my high school diploma, and she stayed up with a crying baby, so that I could rest for school.
I am not sure I could have done it without the support of my mother. Especially when at delivery there was a medical mistake that took place to cause my baby to start having seizures. She had to stay in the NICU for Two weeks after birth. As a child myself, I had no idea what was going on. I never thought anything could go wrong with your baby at birth.
After countless Doctor appointments, we learned she had Cerebral Palsy. I could not accept it. It took years of taking her to different specialist, and they all had the same outcome. She will never walk. My heart broke each and every time we heard those words. I finally accepted the fact that my daughter was special and I would do everything it takes to give her a normal life.
I regret the time I was in denial about her disability. It was wasted time.
It was not easy at all being a mom at 15, I had to see all my friends growing up and having normal lives. My sleep overs with friends now included a baby crying. It was challenging to say the least.
I would never suggest anybody become a mother at 15, but I believe that God blessed me with that sweet girl early in life because she would need me for a long time.
All you young moms out there, don’t give up. It gets easier, and you can still raise a baby and fulfill your purpose in life.
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