Or am I still a teen mom even after I’m out of my teen years? If that’s the case then my 41-year old mother is still a teen mother, since she gave birth to my butt at the tender age of 19. Fast forward 19 years, I had a child of my own. I am now 21 years old, and Isabella just turned 2. The majority of mom blogs are written by women who are at least in their mid-20’s. There’s nothing wrong with that. I have the utmost respect for my fellow mommy bloggers, regardless of our age difference. When I created my blog, my goal was to provide a different outlook on young moms.
Admit it. You’ve looked at a teen/young mom and thought “poor her”. No, not poor her. She knew the consequences of having sex, and she now has to live with them. You say you’re against abortion, you’re iffy on adoption, but when a young woman keeps her child…she’s irresponsible? Why?
When I was pregnant with my daughter, abortion and adoption never crossed my mind. I wanted Isabella. Despite my age, I knew I’d be an excellent mother. I am an excellent mother. I don’t need approval from anyone because she’s HERE, she’s been HERE, and she’s not going ANYWHERE no matter how many disappointed shakes and glares I get.
What’s odd is…chances are, you don’t know how old I am when you first meet me. I’m 21 years old (as stated earlier in this post), but I don’t look a day over 16. People automatically assume I’m 16 years old, and I can’t help BUT be offended when a random stranger whose paths we’ve never crossed before states the following:
“She’s YOUR daughter? Don’t you think you’re a little bit too young to have a baby?“
“A baby having a baby…tsk tsk”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
If I was too young to have a baby, I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant. But I did. You don’t know how I parent my child. You just assume that because I look 16 that I am 16, and that must mean I leave my daughter with my mom every day so I can party.
That is such a stereotypical accusation.
I’m with my daughter every waking moment. Well, until the fall. That brings me to another thought. I can’t wait to prove everyone wrong. When I first dropped out of college, certain family members said things like “doesn’t surprise me” or “I knew she’d drop out”. These remarks came from those who never had to attend a 7:30AM Anatomy&Physiology class without a minute of sleep because your 4-month old hates sleep. I thought, “what’s the point of going to school if I KNOW I’m going to fail”.
So, I decided to quit school and take a break. Take time to find my true calling. I went back and forth between a few career choices before finally determining that NURSING was right for me. Back in high school, I took a Diagnostic Medicine course that was taught by a nurse. This nurse turned out to be one of my biggest inspirations. We became very close during the school year. She asked me what I wanted my career to be, and I answered “an OB/GYN”. Granted, this was before a baby even crossed my mind. Well…the whole doctor thing is out of the window until Isabella (and all my future kiddos) are a little bit older. I’m going to finish my pre-requisites for nursing school this upcoming school year. I WILL make straight A’s, and I WILL be accepted into University of Memphis’ prestigious nursing school.
I HAVE TO.
I’m not doing this just for me. I’m doing this for Isabella and her future. I’m doing this for my future children who I want to have now so dearly and badly but won’t until I’m financially secure and married. Nursing is the best thing for me. I love the medical field. Nursing is and always will be in high demand. At least where I live. It’s a stable career that pays pretty well.
I’m very excited for this next chapter in my life. I am going to prove all my doubters wrong. It’s not “I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” It’s…
I KNOW I CAN
I KNOW I CAN
I KNOW I CAN