Why I Want To Be A Mommy Mentor

Here is my story and why I choose to be a mommy mentor:
I got pregnant when I was 19. I was not as young as some moms, but definitely not ready to be a mom myself. I was still very immature and selfish. I took advantage of the kindness of others. I partied too much. I was irresponsible, disrespectful and out of touch with reality. I cared only for myself and what was good for me. I had no vision for the future. I had just come out of a long relationship/engagement. Up until the break up, I had remained celibate. The break up changed me and I became a whole different person.

I no longer respected myself. I drank too much (under age) and went out all the time. I was so scared that no other boy would want to marry me, so I had sex just to keep a boy I really liked. The boy treated me poorly after I gave him my virginity. My self esteem was shot. I felt so horrible for giving him the gift that I knew should only be given to my husband. This boy would never be my husband. He dumped me soon after and for a few months my life became a huge mess. My mom was disappointed in me. My sisters didn't want to be around me. I had no where to live. I had to stay with my ex-boyfriend's parents. Not a good situation.

Then I met Daniel. I knew him as the older, unattainable athlete from high school. We hit it off and started dating. We were both still in party mode. I was trying to escape my hurt and he was trying to escape his. We were kind of rebounds to each other. Sex was part of our relationship, until one day when he changed his mind. "I don't want to have sex with you anymore." He informed me. I was offended until he told me why, "I want to marry you."

Those words changed my life. We decided to wait until we were married. A few weeks later, I started feeling queasy and tired. I was pregnant.


I undertsand what A is going through...but not fully. I had a good guy who wanted to take care of me. A does not. It has to be scary. This is why I feel so strongly about helping her and the other young women out there who need a person who cares. It is not about mistakes...we all make them. It is about learning and growing. It is about using our experiences to help others better themselves. I was blessed with people who loved me enough to help me and give me the swift kick I needed, as well as a hug. My grandpa was one of those people. He never gave up on me, no matter how much I messed up. He always loved me and supported me. I do this in honor and memory of him.