I grew up in a two parent household. Between my two older sisters and I, there were always situations happening in the house. My parents pushed respect,self discipline, and the difference between right and wrong.
I got pregnant during the middle of my senior year in high school. I had only known my boyfriend, now my husband, for five months. To say the least my parents were not pleased with me or my decisions. Their guidence had evaporated into thin air.
My senior year of high school was spent preparing for a baby, planning a wedding, going to school, and working full time for health insurance benefits. I went to scool in the morning, and worked the three-eleven shift at night as a CNA to get in my fourty hours a week to keep my coverage. It was exausting, but I grew up fast.
My husband and I were married one week after I graduated from high school. I never had a graduation party; I had a baby shower. Thank goodness I had the support of family and friends. However, even they didn't believe my husband and I would survive in marrage. They made bets on how long we would last. The longest was seven months. We fooled them! It has been over twelve years that we've been married.
Two months after marrige, my oldest daughter was born. Things were not always easy. My husband's family and my family helped a lot. They gave advice, babysat, and bought a fair share of diapers, clothes, and formula.
Two years later, I got pregnant again. I was twenty years old. We were still young parents with a lot to learn. Three months into the pregnancy, I miscarried. I went through emotional hell. Once again my family was there for stability.
My husband and I got pregnant again right away. Two months after the miscarrage I was pregnant again. I still wasn't twenty-one. I had already experienced more than I should have at my age. My twenty-first birthday was spent with me six months pregnant. Some people may say it was wrong, but I did have a drink. My youngest daughter was born three months later.
Today my daughters are twelve and nine years old. They are teaching me a lot. Meanwhile, I am trying to teach them the same values my parents tried to instill in me. I'm not always right, and at times I know I am incorrect. In this blog I plan to share my siuations, andmy solutions with you. I hope you will respond to me and tell me how you feel. Feel free to offer me advice. The learning process never ends.