I got pregnant with my first baby at nineteen, during my second year of college. My son Jacob was born when I was twenty, (recently, and yes, hastily) married, and working as a receptionist for a temp agency.
Up until I got that double blue line, I'd been unfocused, irresponsible, and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.
But suddenly my life took quick shape in the form of a dependent baby boy.
I threw myself into motherhood with an energy I'd never quite mustered up for school, and through that experience, I found my voice, my vision and my adulthood.
And though my husband and I hit some bumps (and a few huge potholes) in those early years of parenthood, we are now settled thirty-somethings with successful careers, a strong relationship and a great family life.
People, it happens all the time.
And yet our case is seen as the exception, rather than the rule. Young adults in the prime of their fertility, not to mention energy levels, who want children, are Read More »from 4 Reasons Why Young Women Should Stop Being Afraid to Have Kids