I was 18 and 2 weeks shy of my high school graduation when she was born. And I've been fairly sure that I wasn't doing anything right with her. I know for a fact I've made mistakes in the last 7 years, but I'm feeling pretty proud right now. Of her for doing so well at school and at home, she's just a really good kid. But I'm also proud of myself for not giving up, for refusing to be another stereotypical teen mom, and for choosing to allow myself to let go of my teenage wants to grow up basically with her and her two little brothers and become a real mom.
Yep, I did all of that and I'm only 25 and all my kids are old enough to be in school now, or at least preschool. I don't get housing assistance. No LIEP this year. No cash assistance or food stamps. Only government help I get now is medical cards for the kids. I have had all of those things in the past, never cash though. But got ourselves to the point we don't anymore.
Just me, my fiance (who was 18 and still took on a 20 year old mother of 2 and then gave me one more and stuck it out. He's never left my side) and our kiddos against the world. Living our lives, having fun, and proving all those bastards were wrong when they said we'd never make it, we'd never be able to stand on our own, when they questioned our parenting skills or instincts.
Guess we must be doing at least a couple somethings right!!!