Resiliance

As I sit here and reflect on the last 20 years of my life I can’t help but feel gratitude. I birthed my first daughter in 2004 (today). I was 15 years old and had all odds stacked against me. My mom kicked me out after she found out I was pregnant. There were times during school that I would look for places to stay the night. I lived and survived DV. Lived in a teen mom group home, section 8 housing, graduated high school, graduated college with a bachelor’s degree. Married my long time school friend and had three more kids. That’s a mouth full!

I knew a lot of team moms (naturally) and a lot of them were either not able to keep raising their little ones because there is a whole system to being a teen mom without family support and if you do not play that right you will be another statistic. Meaning, not able to raise your child. The other scenario was they were able to raise their child but never really elevated to be able to not fully rely on the system of state funding, food stamps, and housing.

I can write a book on the last 20 years of my life.

The fact that I have survived what I have overcome and been able to elevate to a level I only dreamed in life is nothing but extrodinary. My daughter graduated high school and beat the statistic of teen pregnancy by turning 20 and never have. She is successful, kind and a hard worker.

My only wish that you gain from reading this passage is that you can realize anything in life is possible. We as humans are capable of greatness.