When I was 20-years old, I got pregnant with my first son. I know that many women picture their futures including a husband, kids, and the house with the white picket fence, but for me, this was not the case. At 20, all I wanted to do was live my life and be free to do so. When I found out that I was pregnant, I actually went to the doctor for a completely unrelated reason, so shocked would be an understatement. And then, they had the nerve to tell me that there was a possibility that it could be twins!
I remember walking out of the doctor’s office like it was yesterday. My head was in a fog. I wasn’t happy or sad, but tears quickly fell down my face because I knew that I was going to have to tell my mom. At this time, I was a college student still living at home, and my mama didn’t play that. Being that she had her first child at the age of 16, and my oldest sister had hers at 18, I knew that she wanted something different for me. I was supposed to be the exception, but I felt like I was letting her down by keeping the tradition going. Although I was in school, I didn’t have any of the resources needed to take care of a baby. How was I expected to be somebody’s mother?
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