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Scared and anxious mother to be                                                               ­feels  all alone and is only eighteen                                                      she loves the child she can't see                                                              ­  it  doesn't matter if it's a he or she                                                             Irresponsible  dad, took off when he heard                                                   won't  be around to hear his child 's first words                                          Birthday  parties he will never attend                                                           ­ He  won't be thought of or mentioned                                                        ­         She prepares with a meager wage                                                        dollar  store trinkets for her precious babe                                                             ­                          She knows love  doesn't cost a thing                                                            ­  and you can't put a price on the joy they bring                                         She  will rise up to every occasion                                                         ­   do  what it takes with no hesitation                                                       ­   Teach  and  show her beloved baby                                                   how  to  be more like her and less like he
I had my first child at 18 and always called him MY child. I didn't consider any other options other than raising him and loving him, best thing that ever happened to me. We grew up together and I am so proud of the man he has become. He made me the woman I am today, strong, loving and nurturing.

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