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The First Birthday
Nov 06, 2002
I told my parents i was pregnant on the first night my father, married to my mother for 25 years, slept in someone else's bed in someone else's house. My father left my mother...the father of the baby i was carrying had just left for college in Florida (I live in New York)...and I was about to start my senior year of high school. While all these things seemed to be stacked against me, and this thing inside of me, I turned to her and she saved me. Then, I lost her. Getting used to the idea of being someone's mother was hard...getting used to the idea of not being soemone's mother was harder. I had rearranged my life, my future, Brian's future, so that everything would work. Now i had done it all in vain. I don't know what brought me back from the depression i was in. i can't explain my faith. but, i am happy to say that i know that Navy would be so proud of her mother todya, as i prepare to celebrate her first "birthday", at the college of my dreams, doing well and living life. I hope she knows how much I love her, and that I'm surviving because of her. So, to close my story, i have one request from whomever has read this far, and relates to me...i want her first "birthday" to be one I'll forever remember and cherish, and one she would have appreciated, any ideas? god bless
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