My first-born is slowly but surely growing up! It amazes me that he is now 15 years old and will soon be driving. OH MY! I remember when I found out I was pregnant with him and I couldn’t believe it. Let me give you a little background…
I was only 14 years old, a cheerleader and on the track team; his dad was my first boyfriend, and I still played with my Barbies faithfully. In my mind, I was still a virgin. I know that’s hard to believe. But my son’s father and I had only played around, but never really had “sex,” so how could I have gotten pregnant?
No physical penetration ever took place, but during our moments of playing around, he ejaculated and boom! I was pregnant! I will never forget when the doctor told me and my mother I was pregnant. I said, “But I never had sex!” The doctor was surprised, so I explained to him what happened. He then asked me if my mother had ever talked to me about sex? Of course she had, but she hadn’t told me this information!
My mother refused to believe me and felt it was best that we terminate the pregnancy. Little did we know I was already 7 months pregnant! YEP, that is correct: I had no idea I was pregnant until I was seven months. I only found out at a routine doctor’s appointment. I had no clue! How is that possible? Well, I was very active which caused me to spot and, in my mind, have a period. So every month I would spot just a little. I didn’t know what the baby’s movement was and associated it with gas.
At my first check up, my mother learned I had not lied, and the doctor explained to her that my hymen was still similar to that of a child. My mother was amazed that she didn’t know as much about sex as she thought she did!
I decided I would parent my child, and be the best mother I could be to him. I would finish school, I would go to college, and I would not be a statistic. With the help and support of my family I was able to do just that! I got my first job at 15.
The first time I held my son in my arms, I thought “He is beautiful.” He brought me so much joy. I never really saw my son as a burden or hindrance. I remember fighting harder in college to get my own apartment so that he could come live with me! Although I didn’t plan this pregnancy, he was a blessing.
As I watch him grow into a man, I think “Wow, this is my son!” My handsome son. There are days he makes me so proud, and brings so much sunshine into my life, and there are days I want to strangle hold him tight! But in every essence and every day I thank God for my first born son.
So often I am out with him, and people say, “You look too young to have a son that old.” I smile and say, “I am!” I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology, I am a photographer part time, and working on my master’s in Marriage and Family. I am blessed to be married to an awesome man who provides so that I can stay home with my children.
My son turned 15 yesterday, and I was so proud to know that just 15 years ago I became his mother, and 15 years later he is a well-adjusted young man that has a bright future! I feel as though everything happens for a reason, and I believe that my son made me grounded! He was truly my blessing. He taught me how to truly love a person without judgment and how to not give up.