I got pregnant at 15 with a little boy, had him when I was 16. My parents and I lived under the same roof, but we were never close and personal. We were actually a broken family. My son’s father and I split up and he wasn’t there much for the pregnancy. I waited until I was 20 weeks(that’s when I started showing) to tell my parents. Looking back on it, I should have told them as soon as I knew, but I was so scared. My dad was really mad and my mom cried. But, after a week they were excited, and even more excited that I was having a boy, because we had no boys in my family besides my dad and grandpa. My son’s father wasn’t in his life until he was 3 and his family wasn’t around either, so it was just my family and I. My parents did end up splitting up when my son was born, but for their own personal reasons. They both still helped me out and I became closer to both of them. My high school had a daycare, so my son went there while I went to classes and after school my parents would watch him while I went to work. My parents didn’t want me working while going to school, but I wanted to make sure my son would never go without and have the best stuff. 😊 My parents and I are closer than ever. ❤️

now, my son is 5 and I’m 21, going through cosmetology school and working. I’ll be getting married in April to the man of my dreams and he absolutely loves my son(his soon to be stepson) and I.

Working on baby #2 😁

Getting pregnant young is not the worst thing in the world.