I became pregnant at 18 and a mother at 19.

Scared and filled with fear.

Fear of our future.

The life inside me growing daily.

But worries filled my space.

A boy the nurse told me.

Happy and sad.

Would I be left alone to raise him?

A boy needs his father.

To teach him life.

A mother’s love is sometimes not enough.

It was meant to be a mother and father.

But life has a way of creating a new norm.

A teen mother figuring out this new life.

My water broke.

Contractions.

He was birthed into this world.

And I was birthed into motherhood.

Seeing his tiny little face.

Made it all worth it.

 

 

 

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