The Hardest Thing
It’s hard to pinpoint the hardest thing that I’ve ever experienced. Having been a young mom in a unhealthy relationship at the time, that would probably be near the top of my list, except for the fact that I had the immense support of my mother and father to help me. Although I was originally super apprehensive about them finding out about my pregnancy, they were very loving and supportive. I thank God every day that my parents were pro-life and never even suggested abortion, although that would have been the “easy way out” at the time.
I think back to a friend I had, the same age as me, earlier that same year, who found herself with an unplanned pregnancy. Her child would have been mere months older than my son. I still sometimes imagine what it would have been like. Would we still be friends? Would our children be friends? It literally breaks my heart to think about, and I don’t think I’ll ever completely get over it. Part of me hurts because, although I was 15/16 years old, I can’t help but think that maybe there was something that I could have said to change her mind. In the back of my mind, I know that there is nothing I could have done, but it still haunts me.
Anyway, yes being a young mom was hard. But I wouldn’t change anything if I could. My son is such an intelligent, funny, and caring kid. He’s also a big brother now, and he just loves his sister to pieces. I wouldn’t take back any of the difficult moments in my life, because I feel that during those moments is when we are shaped and molded into what we are today. The difficulties we face define us, and how we deal with them empowers us to face what’s ahead.