03/04/2023
Love this!
I kept my baby, even though I was sixteen, even though I didn’t know how I would,
I kept my baby, even when everyone told me “kids shouldn’t have kids” or that I’d “ruin my life”,
I kept my baby.
I knew some would think I slept around, that I was promiscuous.
I knew that girls would talk and boys would listen, but I still kept my baby.
I knew there was a pill that could ‘take it all away’. “My ‘problems’ could be gone tomorrow if I just took it today.” But I knew that was a lie anyway, so I kept my baby.
And because I kept my baby, it’s assumed I hate everyone who made a different choice. I don’t. I love them.
And I know how scared they were because I was, too. I know how these girls (and myself) were misinformed when we were told it’s impossible.
It’s not.
I knew it would take a lot of trust and big faith when I kept my baby. But when I did, this crazy thing happened.
It didn’t even ruin my life. Not in any way.
Now I have a baby and a family.
I have a baby and a college degree.
I have a husband and even more babies.
I’ve raised a baby and still chased my own dreams.
So yes, I’ve done some things the hard way, and I’ve grown up faster than I *had* to, and I’ve struggled along the way, but when I look at my sweet “baby” boy,
I’m so glad that
I kept my baby.
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