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[Love Letters] My Little Girl Turns 5

Dear Ayanna,

There is a line in the movie, Riding in Cars With Boys, that gives me chills every time I hear it. In the movie, a young teen mom is sitting with her best friend, questioning whether she actually loves her son, or if she just loves him because she’s supposed to. Her friend tells her, “I think that sometimes we love people so much that we have to be numb to it. Because if we actually felt how much we loved them, it would kill us.”

If I stop and think about how much I love you and your brother, my heart feels swollen and I literally can’t breathe. You mean everything to me. Everything in my life. Everything is dedicated to you. Every single day of my life, I live it for you.

I’m thinking about the past five years and how this journey has changed me. Little girl, you will forever have a special place in my heart because you made me a mommy. I consider myself a pretty good writer and yet I can never sufficiently put the words in the right place to explain how I feel about you. I’m trying, but it will take a lifetime to get it right.

When I had you at 20, I was so scared. I just wanted to cry because there was no way on God’s green earth that I was ready for you. None at all. Even while I was in labor, I was still kind of hoping that I’d get more time.

A 48-hour labor? Bring it on. I needed more time. More than anything I wanted more time.

But then here you came. You were beautiful. You are beautiful. Every day I’m in awe when I look at you. You and your brother are my life’s greatest work. There will never be anything that I do that tops the moment I laid my eyes upon you and your brother for the first time. You are a masterpiece, baby girl. A masterpiece. You are the reason I know there is a God.

And so here we are. Five years later. It’s a milestone birthday to be sure. I can’t believe we made it. I can’t believe you are such a…beautiful sight to behold.

When I saw that pregnancy test result, everything felt so, so wrong. But now everything is so, so, so right.

Right now, you’re on the cusp of a new stage. One where you don’t need me as much, you hang out with friends more and the world just seems a little bigger than the space you occupy on my lap. But you still have your moments where I could just inhale you and live in your words forever. You say to me in your cute almost five-year-old way, “Mommy, I love you. And I will never end loving you.”

Same goes for you, baby. I will never end loving you.

 

 

 

The Danger Of Invisible Support Systems

I read this story last week of 25-year-old Lashonda Armstrong. This mother apparently drove her car into the Hudson River with her four children (ages 10, 5, 2, and 11 months) inside. Only one, 10-year-old Lashaun, was able to escape. The mom and the other three children did not survive.

From what investigators have been able to piece together, Lashonda was hurt over her boyfriend’s alleged infidelity. She was frantic, her son Lashaun said, and packed the kids into the car.

If  you quickly do the math, you’ll see that Lashonda was 15 when she had her first child. Fifteen. She then had another kid at 20. Then at 23. Then at 24. I am not excusing what this mother did (or didn’t do), but I’m looking at how this could have been prevented.

People are quick to say that we should not support young mothers (financially, emotionally, etc.), because what incentive does that give the other young women not to take the necessary precautions (be it abstinence or regular birth control use) not to become pregnant? In other words, they’re asking, if we make it “easy” for young mothers to complete their degree and become financially stable, why wouldn’t everyone get knocked up on the government’s dime?

I have always thought this was a faulty argument and this New York story proves why.

If we continually turn our backs on young mothers, what becomes of the children? Where were the friends, social workers, community members – ANYONE – to help guide this mother? Who was there to help her see what a healthy relationship should look like or how she should expect respect? Who offered her a shoulder to lean on during tough times? Who offered to babysit so she could study? Who helped her, in any way, at any time, to help her feel like life was not impossible?

Again, I am not excusing what this mother did. I think it was horrendous, and the pain the surviving son must feel…I’m a pretty gifted writer, but I don’t think I would ever have the words to describe what he is going through and the agonizing fear that will haunt him for the rest of his life. Will the systems be in place NOW to keep watch over him and make sure he comes out of this ordeal relatively okay? Or will we fail him again and he will grow up to be broken and bruised?

*sigh*

In reading about this story, it becomes clearer to me that our country is failing our women and young girls. Our young mothers that are raising the next generation.

What do I mean by this? When I was in Florida a few weeks ago, listening to a panel of young mothers tell their stories (check out Charese’s story – I met her while there), I noticed a disturbing pattern: Drug-dependent parents. Horrific poverty. Sexual abuse. Physical abuse. Emotional abuse. Transient lifestyle. Early pregnancy. Homelessness.

Their stories began at a much younger age than many would believe. We’re talking about 3, 4, 5 years old. They were BABIES. If your spirit is broken as a toddler, a preschooler – how in the world can we expect these girls to have a healthy sense of themselves and make decisions that fit in the mold of what we’re “supposed” to do?

Their lives could have taken any number of turns. They, too, could have been at the end of their rope after years of dealing with bad relationships, or dead-ends, or feeling like the world doesn’t care about them.

But something miraculous happened to these women.

At a time when they needed it most, they were shown love. And support. Given a sense of purpose and direction that propelled them farther than they thought they could go. Given them permission to dream dreams larger than they ever imagined.

Now they are strong. They left relationships that left them broken; they were persistent in obtaining their Associate’s, and Bachelor’s, and Master’s degrees; they repaired relationships that required work; they set a goal and didn’t take their eyes off it until they reached it.

And therein lies the difference. And the more we can have those success stories, when being a young mom is embraced, not just as a matter of social policy, but as a matter of human decency, the better off we will ALL be.

Speak your piece in the comments.

 

 

 

In My Closet: Four Maxi Dresses To Get You Through Summer

One day last summer, I glanced in the mirror, and realized I had on “mom jeans.” Me. A supposedly hip 24-year-old mom of two.

My weight redistributed a bunch after pregnancy and I suffered from both muffin top and Not Enough Booty Syndrome. As a result, my jeans came up a little higher on the waist and I had that dreaded pancake butt effect, obscuring what little lift and shape I actually do have.

I took them off immediately and threw on some pajama shorts.  The next day I went to TJ Maxx and discovered maxi dresses. My life has never been the same.

I’m only 4’11”, so I thought they would make me look even shorter and it would be crazy unflattering. But I found they hide everything I want to hide (belly pudge, cellulite, back fat) and accentuate what I want to show off (my boobs, my upper back, my Michelle Obama arms arms). So if the only thing that’s been working out this winter is your relationship with chocolate cake, I highly recommend this look.

I’m in love. So if you’re on the fence about maxi dresses, I’m giving you the go-ahead to try one on. Each of these dresses are under $45 (you know I pay attention to price!). The one on the right is my fave and I have it in powder blue – gorgeous against my mid-summer caramel skin.

The key for me  (a short, top-heavy, thick hippped mama of two) being able to pull it off? Three tips:

  • Make sure the top part is fitted and supportive. I don’t know about you, but I can’t get away with halter tops anymore. My shoulders are too broad and unfortunately, halters don’t give me great cleavage anymore. *sigh*
  • Look for an empire waist silhouette. Universally flattering and is what saves you from this.
  • Heels. It is rare for me to go into a store and find anything that fits length wise. All my dresses are (at least) three inches too long. Never fear though – in the house, I just deal with it and when I go out, it’s heels! Taller mamas can just slip on some jeweled sandals and go (another reason why I hate you why I’m jealous). Update: To see a short mama wear a maxi dress, head over to TheYoungMommyLife Facebook page where I’ve upload a picture of me in one of my favorites.

If you’re not feeling having your arms all exposed like that, get a cute bolero sweater (like this one) and go about your life. Seriously. I love opening my closet, grabbing a dress and bam! I’m cute and it only took 0.342 seconds to get that way. Summer 2011 is all about the dresses for me.

Easy Summer Breeze
Planet Gold, Forever 21, Love Squared
Maxi dresses make looking chic a no-brainer.

Guest post: Battles in the NICU

by Katie Gartman

Two months before my 18th birthday, I found myself staring at a positive pregnancy test.

My reaction was probably much different from most: I was excited. I had always wanted to be a mother and I saw my pregnancy as a wonderful gift. I couldn’t wait to start this new journey. It didn’t even occur to me that things could go horribly wrong.

My son was born at only 24 weeks, 3 days gestation, weighing 1 pound 8 ounces. He was immediately taken from me and rushed to a different hospital that had a Level III NICU. He stayed there for the next four months.

I can’t even begin to explain to you how horrible it was to have my child ripped away from me and taken to a different hospital, without me. Or how horrible it was to walk out of the heavy double doors of the NICU several times a day without my son.

Or how terrible it was to walk my son to the operating room door when he was only 2 months old, kiss his tiny head, and walk myself down the hall where I sat alone, waiting for the surgeon’s report. But you know what? I DID IT.

As an eighteen year old girl with no supportive partner, I spent almost all of my time next to my son’s incubator in the NICU, learning and growing with him. I learned all about the machines he was hooked up to, the medicines he was given, and I learned how to care for all of his special needs. I even learned how to insert a feeding tube through his nose into his stomach.

I did everything I possibly could to make sure I knew everything about my son and his condition, and how to take care of him. I wasn’t met with complete support along the way, either. After months of being in the NICU constantly, the doctors didn’t want to release my son to me. They never said it in so many words, but I was just an 18-year-old girl with no partner, how could I actually take care of a baby with so many health problems? I had to fight to bring my son home.

Four years later, my little boy is stronger than ever. He’s done so much better than the doctors predicted. Sure, he still has some lingering health issues and developmental problems, but he is a happy, mostly healthy little boy who is full of energy.

Because I was a young mom, the doctors didn’t think I could take care of my son. They didn’t think I could get him to every specialist appointment, or to therapy 3-4 times a week. But I did.

Just because we are young moms doesn’t mean we don’t do what is best for our children. Age is not the determining factor of how we care for our children, and people need to understand that.

So, if you ever find yourself in my situation, with medical professionals beating you down and saying you can’t handle it, don’t be afraid to fight for what you know is right. I did it, and you can too.

Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like less of a mother just because you haven’t hit the magic number they feel is appropriate to have children. We are young moms, we are wonderful moms, and no one is going to tell us different.

Best of 2010 – YML Style, Part 2

Today we’re continuing with the look back at the top posts on the Young Mommy Life for 2010. Missed a post? Want to read it again? The best posts are all right here for ya.

July

I might be biased but this might be my favorite months of posts. Looking through the archives I’m getting a little excited. Alright on to my faves:

I had my very first therapy session EVER this month and I was sooo pleased with how it turned out. I also used my brand-new motto (“I’m doing the best I can right now”) to alleviate stress and believe me, it’s still working.

I also wrote about the sacrifices young moms make by having kids so young. I was also confessing stuff all over the place, like my post about being jealous of 30something moms (one of my highest-commented posts ever) and another about wanting to be selfish, just once in my life.

August

I can admit August was a so-so month. Yeah, I wrote some good posts (like this one about me shutting down the baby factory) but I realize I did a lot of giveaways, guest posts and filler posts. Eh, must have been going through something. *shrug*

Oh, wait! Here’s a few decent ones: I wrote about avoiding my stress triggers (works better some days than others) and helping a mom accept her single mom status. As a bonus – here’s a look back at my love letter to my son on his second birthday.

September

This is the month I started grad school, thanks in part to this blog and the experiences that have sprung from it. As always, you guys showed up in huge numbers as I wrote about how nervous I was. I still appreciate that!

I also wrote one of my fave posts on the real causes of unplanned pregnancy (as someone who has had TWO unplanned pregnancies, I think I qualify as something of an expert on the subject). I also spent some time sitting in a closet. (You understand, don’t you?)

October

I embarrassed myself by revealing how much I read into the TV shows my kids watch. (You know you have questions about Dora, too. If you read the post, please read the comments too – you guys are HILARIOUS!)

I decided to dedicate a week of posts to the topic of coparenting. A lot of moms can use some tips and advice (and heck, just knowing others moms are going through it, too)

I wrote a bunch of posts about Teen Mom this month (always a good topic for blog posts, I find) and you all were very opinionated in your views on the moms of this show.

November

Well. November was the month I got laid off. Yipee. I wrote about that rollercoaster ride here. (I’m optimistic but man, it still sucks.)

I also wrote about hugging the crankiness out of my two-year-old, which honestly, I’m surprised works as well as it does. And I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t take the time to thank you all for coming on this ride with me and making every blog post worthwhile.

December

Adjusting to being a stay-at-home mom is crazy tough and the number one reason? You ARE the childcare. Sounds simple, but man, I had no idea.

In the midst of the craziness that is my life, I can finally, finally write that I am a damn good mother. Oh.Yes. What a perfect way to end 2010. All smiles.

So there you have it. It took two days and countless links (hope it wasn’t overwhelming) but there is 2010, Young Mommy Life style.

Tell me – what was your favorite post? What would you like to see more of? Interviews? Video? How-to? Recipes? Let the suggestions begin….NOW! :)