23 years ago today, I became a Mom. I was young, unprepared and completely in love with the little bundle the doctors put in my arms.
In my family (on both sides), it seemed that having babies started young for everyone. My maternal grandma married and started her family at 16, my parents were the same age. So, when I had my first baby at 17, I was older than most. Yes, it was disappointing for my parents. I believe the phrases “I wanted more for you” and “didn’t you learn from my mistakes” had been used a lot through my pregnancy.
We all do things we wish we can change, but becoming a mother is not one I want to change. As my children get older, I sit back and watch what my friends and relatives are going through with their kids. I truly feel that I was meant to have my family young because today I do not have the energy to run around after a toddler. It’s too exhausting after an hour, let alone a full day.
I am not by any means saying that it is ok to have kids at such a young age, I should have been older. We actually watch Teen Mom here to make sure my youngest understands how hard it is to become a parent at such a young age, and how it changes your life and not always for the better.
Anyhow, I am happy with my life and my children. I love them with all of my heart. My oldest, who celebrates her 23rd birthday today is very special to me.
Happy Birthday Brittany, I love you!