Category Archives: My life as somebody’s mom

As A Young Mother…

To say I’m hopeful is an understand. I’m hopeful that when you’re my age, that seeing my name appear randomly on your phone won’t feel like a burden. I’m hopeful that the thought of hugging me isn’t something that make’s you feel uncomfortable.. I’m hopeful, that when you hear a pear say, “I have the best parents in the world!” that you don’t think of me and scoff at how someone could actually love their parent(s) their much. I’m hopeful that when you grow older, you’ll realize that I tried my best, and that everything I do is with your best interest at heart. I hope that you’ll be patient with me, even if you don’t show it, because I’m still learning too. I hope that you never feel like anything less than the greatest part me, because if it weren’t for you, my life may have never taken direction. I hope that I tell you the right things when you need to hear them, and that you don’t resent me for not knowing how/when to say things. I hope that you’re never ashamed of me, and never take the small things for granted. I’m hopeful that you appreciate experiencing things for the first tine, together, as much as I know I will; like Disneyland or maybe a cruise, the possibilities of where I hope we’ll go are endless. I hope that I can push you to do better than I have, that you actually give a damn about school and get good grades. I hope that I never crush any of your dreams and only push you closer to your aspirations. I’m hopeful that your wildest dreams are greater than my imagination, and that you let me do everything in my power to help you achieve them. I’m also hopeful, that you’ll never use my own words against me. But in the end, I’m just hopeful that you wind up happy and that your health is never anything short of spectacular.



P.S. I claim no rights to the photo below.


Dear Sweetheart

Dear Sweetheart,

You’re 7 weeks old as I write this, and I’m becoming increasingly confident that your biological father and the father I plan to give you are two different men. I don’t know what I’ll have told you by the time you read this, if you ever do, but please know that I’ve kept your well being in mind this entire time and only want the very best for my baby girl. If my due date was wrong, and you are in fact mixed, I feel you should know about both men. Man #1, the father I plan to give you, I  had been seeing for a decent amount of time before you came along (“offically” since February of 2015.. 3 months before you were conceived) we had our issues, but otherwise were great together. He was quirky, and his straight matched my sway, I loved him and hopefully we will spend our lives with him. However, we broke up and did not get back together, despite his attempts, until after I brought you home. Man #1 is your daddy in my eyes, and hopefully in yours as well. Man #2 was short, about a foot shorter than me when I’d rock heels (which were all I wore following the temporary break up of #1 and I) athletic, very intelligent, and as smooth as Usher. He was a friend of mine who I made sure was never a threat to my relationship with Man #1. He was adopted at a young age by an older single woman who stressed academics, she sounded like an amazing woman from what I’d heard. He has a two year old daughter, he often took the mother to her appointments and did go see them in the hospital, but I don’t know either of their names; however, I know someone that does, and unfortunately… past the pictures in his wallet, he’s not around. Man #2 has many religious tattoos, and one of that little girls footprints and initials, it’s the only reason I know her age. As much as I love to live a double life, and never admit to who I really am, I used to love cocaine. & It kills me to say, you were conceived on it, at a trap house. Not a legitimate trap house, because drugs weren’t made there, but boy did they (with exclusions) filter through there… Man #2 seemed like a great guy, he really did, but let me tell you about the night me and Man #1 broke up..

It was the middle of the night & I’d awaken to a text, Man #1 had been thinking heavily and felt he was no longer in a place to take on a relationship, and broken heartedly I understood. He didn’t have a job at the moment, he didn’t have his own place, and his truck needed work; not to mention, he liked drugs and knew that I knew exactly who to call to get them.

I don’t remember if I worked the following day or not, but I do know that I did a lot of cocaine, played beerpong on my fancy LED table, and had a few drinks. I did a lot more than my body could handle, and late that night I wandered to a friends room to regain my head and come down. Man #2, who knew I was newly single and wanted me to be his, followed me into the dark room but respectfully kept the door open at the time. “Will you get me some water?’ I said looking up his shadow, dehydrated and miserable, still trying to fathom that Man #1 was no longer mine.. he nodded, left the room, and came back with a cup he’d gotten from the kitchen in his hand, “I’ve got your water, but can I have a kiss?” (Roughly quoting, the exact details are a little fuzzy, but you’ll get the jist) I told him that I didn’t know, and to every question he asked I simply replied “I dunno” & I meant those words.. I was in a daze of coming down, heartbreak, numbness, and confusion. He kissed me, and I knew it wasn’t right, but I didn’t stop him.. and one thing led to another.

A few weeks later, my period was 6 days late, and despite how little of time I had before going to work that Sunday morning, I took a pregnancy test… that test confirmed that I was at least 3 weeks along, and shooken but not surprised, I sent a picture to my 2 best friends, got in my car, and off I went.

The next day, I took another test, this was real and I had no idea what to do. Man #2 was currently away for military training, and when he asked how things were a few days later, I sent him a picture of the two tests side by side. “I’m assuming it’s mine?” He asked, and I said yes, because logically you had to be. He implied that I should get an abortion, but knowing I firmly disagreed said we needed to talk when he got home; I agreed. When he got home he felt it was still too soon, but when we went out places he did acknowledge that I was pregnant and was sure not to smoke around me. He still drank around me, but that would in no way hurt you. . I didn’t know what to do, or what I wanted, but every time I mentioned you to him alls I heard was “abortion” “closed adoption” “ultimately it’s your decision, but you know how I feel. ” He was no longer interested in being with me, with us. “A child is not what either of us need or want right now, and we both know it.” The list goes on &  on, and I honestly might never forgive him. In my eyes, those words ceased his parental rights to you, the only thing he ever said right during that time was that I really needed to go see a Dr. I stopped taking to him unless necessary.

A couple months later, I went to see Man #1 on his birthday, fearful that I’d ruin his night with news of me being pregnant by another man.. Especially knowing that it occurred within a week of our breakup. We laid down on his bed to watch a movie before falling asleep, and I told him I needed something to drink, he offered me a drink of his bud light and I insisted that I couldn’t.. when he asked why, I placed his hand on my tummy and told him there was something in there.. he looked at me, and I knew he was both shocked and questioning how/when, so looking away I told him “don’t worry, it’s not yours.

After I broke the news to Man #1, he told me that awhile after we broke up, he had started talking to someone else, and that he kissed her but couldn’t sleep with her, because she wasn’t me. & That the only person he truly wanted was me, and that he wanted to be around even if it meant raising someone else’s child.. He told me that he felt partially responsible, because “maybe if I didn’t break up with you, that wouldn’t have happened” & “I imagine you felt lonely” truthfully, I don’t know what I felt.. He was probably right though,  because I wouldn’t have felt the need to get as fucked up as I did, and Man #2 wouldn’t have ceased his opportunity to take advantage of me.

I finally went to the Dr, and my due date would have made you by Man #1, we also found out you were a girl.  I texted Man #2 that, and didn’t hear from him again until you were born, telling me that he had to admit that my daughter was beautiful. Man #1, on the other hand, was already completely and utterly in love with you.. and me.

My pregnancy was by no means an easy one, and even if I had known who your biological father was, it still wouldn’t have been. Being high risk, I spent so much time preparing to possibly lose you, but so excited every time you grew, I had no idea what to expect whenever I’d go in for an ultrasound or appointment at that point.

But out came my precious baby, and every day I’m grateful to know that you made it and to see your heart still beating. I can’t stand Man #2, he has great genes but a terrible soul.. On the other hand, if he gave me you, then maybe he’s not so bad afterall.

I love you sweetheart, I always have and I always will. -Mommy.