This is a rare opinion that doesn’t bash young moms and dads. I am 22 with no children because my finances are nowhere near prepared for a child, I have a lot of life to live, I’m waiting until I hit upper 20’s, blah blah blah. I’m sure you’ve heard all of the valid reasons. But what about when things don’t go as planned?
My mom had me when she was 17. She had no job, no place of her own, had only been driving for six months, was in high school and was technically still a kid herself. My dad wasn’t in a better situation either. Despite the circumstances, they both worked so hard to give me a wonderful life. Even with their age, finances, experience and the world against them, they raised me. Separately, I may add. Not in the “nasty, drag your kid through the mud” divorce way either. They decided early on to be apart, and even with that huge obstacle in the way, managed to give me everything I needed. I always had loving homes, a safe place to go each day and the ability to be comfortable in my own skin. My mom has always boasted about my accomplishments, no matter how small and pushed me to do better, while my dad has always been laid back and completely accepting of any decision I may make.
Today, my mom is 39 and my dad 42. They are huge parts of my life and some of my favorite people to be around. I feel as if we have grown and prospered together, and while they’re looking at how far I’ve come, I’m doing the same for them. They are still young enough to be living their dreams and helping me with mine. There are not words to express how thankful I am that things turned out just the way they did.