Fourteen years ago I was seventeen. I held a secret in my heart that only I knew.
Fourteen years ago I walked to the clinic all by myself and saw the doctor who gave me a test.
Positive. I had already known.
“Was this a good thing?” She asked. I slowly shook my head.
“Do you need help?” I did need help. Lots of it. But one long look in her eyes and I knew that I didn’t want the kind of help she was offering.
“I’ll be fine.” I said.
Fourteen years ago, I lowered my head as a guy in my classroom at school mocked teenage pregnancy… little did he know I was with child.
Fourteen years ago, I sat at a thanksgiving meal feeling oddly… thankful. Thankful for the little life that I was soon to be told would “ruin” mine.
Fourteen years ago I fought for the right to keep my own child.
“You’re too young.”
“You’ll throw away your future.”
“Just give it to a family who will actually want a baby.”
I did. I wanted you.
Fourteen years ago, I held my hand over my belly and sang a first lullaby of many. I danced with you. I ran with you. I spoke to you. I chose life. I chose you.
Fourteen years ago, I changed forever.
Because of you.
Now you’re thirteen, a charming young man. Funny. Selfless. Gentle. Nurturing. Wise beyond your years. And all I can think of is how thankful I am for the life I’ve gotten to raise, to know, and love. For the amazing journey you’ve brought me on that all began –
Fourteen years ago.