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Throughout your life you will have many experiences that will change you forever. While some of them are small, some experiences are so great that you will never forget the exact date and time they occurred. The most life-shaping experience I have ever had was the birth of my son. This event changed my life. I love my son dearly and his birth will always be the best thing that has ever taken place in my life. After my son was born, a lot of things changed for me. Most couples are excited when they receive the news that they are expecting.

I was to become a single teen mom and this was something that would not only affect me but everyone around me. Although every child is a blessing, I was not confident I was ready for a child and had to consider my options before deciding how a new baby would alter my teenage life. I went through many transformations and overcame many obstacles to get where I am today. This life-changing experience remains to be what brought me to where I am today. In the summer of 2006 I was a sophomore in high school. Over summer break I had obtained a job at the local youth center.

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I also had a job lined up at the parks and recreation department. I was very happy that at the age I was I had a lot of things going for me. I also had a boyfriend and we were as most teenagers are, madly in love. Overtaken by peer pressure, I made the biggest mistake of my life ad had unprotected sex. As a result, a few weeks later I discovered that I was pregnant. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was in no way ready for what was ahead. To add to my grief, my boyfriend and I had broken up before I found out that we were expecting. With a positive pregnancy test in my procession I had many decisions to make.

Not only did I have to deicide if I would keep the baby, but I needed to figure out how I would tell my parents. ? ?I kept my pregnancy a secret until I could decide what I would do with myself. A month passed and school began. I also began working afterschool. With all my school work and responsibilities after school I was distracted from my dire problems. To my surprise one day I had received my monthly menstrual cycle which as everyone knows does not happen while you are pregnant. At my young age I was very confused. I had thought that I had miscarried. I was sad and content.

Although the life within me had died, I no longer had to worry about what would become of us. My dreams and aspirations wouldn’t have to be put on hold. I didn’t have to tell my parents the heart scattering news that their 15 year old daughter had gotten pregnant. Months passed and my sixteenth birthday approached. At night as I slept I felt uneasy stomach pains and at first I ignored them. As the weeks passed they became more and more frequent until one day I felt a strong kick. I began to panic. I seen a doctor and they determined that I had never miscarried and that I was five months along in my pregnancy.

I was shocked and appalled. Now I had no choice but to tell my parents about my mistake. Abortion was no longer an option and I wouldn’t carry my baby full term just to give it up for adoption either. It was now my turn to notify my mother that not only was I pregnant but I also already five months along in my pregnancy. It was the most difficult thing I ever had to do. As my mother sobbed in disbelief I assured her that this was something I would handle on my own. I attended my check-ups alone. At my first appointment with the doctor they informed me I was having a boy.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I seen the life that was growing inside of me on the computer screen in front of me. At that moment I realized that it was no longer about me. I had a little human to raise and he would depend on me to provide him with everything he needed. It was not his fault that I was a teenager and I had no support. He would need me regardless of my situation. My son was born on April 15, 2007 at 9:04 am. He was 7lbs, 7 ounces and 21 inched long. It was that day that I understood the concept of love at first sight. I loved him from the second I heard him cry.

As a result of my son being born I had to drop out of school. I had no one to watch my son as I went to school or worked. I had saved some money while I worked but I wouldn’t last me long. I had to struggle to feed my son but in the end I figured it out. My mother agreed to watch my son at night so I could finish school. I obtained my high school diploma through an adult education program in the summer of 2008. After my son turned a year old I was ready to find a child care center for him as I worked. I found a job at the non-profit organization that I work at currently.

Eventually I got enough money to move out of my mother’s house. I currently have my own apartment and we live blissfully. When my son entered kindergarten I decided that I would continue my education. I applied at Post University and they accepted me into their online program for early childhood education. At this point in my life I am happy everything happened as it did. I don’t regret the birth of my son. I embrace what has become of my life. At times it is hard to be a single mother but I realized that my son is going to need me and I am going to have to be the best person I can be so that can remain content.

Of course my life did not go as I had planned. I have the chance to make my dreams come true; I had to wait until the time was right. Not everything comes easy in life but I have learned that everything happens for a reason. I have grasped the concept of unconditional love. My son will love me through all my flaws and I will love him despite his flaws. I hope that he will grow to be a healthy and intelligent man. My life changed as soon as I seen the ultra sound of my son. I have had my ups and downs but this life changing experience remains to be the best thing to ever happen to me.

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