The Best Years

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Creative Non-fiction essay based on my own experience as a teen mother

Submitted: August 15, 2011

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Submitted: August 15, 2011

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Robbi L. Dyster

Professor Maureen Burns

ENG 121

June 19, 2011

Creative Non-fiction Paper

 The Best Years 

There, a small living being lay softly in my arms, feeling almost weightless as if she were a pillow. I couldn’t believe such a beautiful gift had been given to me. Is it possible for anything to feel as sweet? There is nothing better than looking into the eyes of what you and the person you loved created, it was for sure, I had given birth to the best years of my life. Despite all struggles there were before this moment, I had found my serenity. My daughter, Alea, was born June 12th, 2008 at 2:32 p.m. and what a journey it has been.

It began with a 16 year old girl who was successful in high school with a wonderful family and home standing behind her; that young girl was me. I had a serious boyfriend who I had been faithful to for two years. We were what others would say, “Puppy Love.” It wasn’t long until I found I was with child. I have to admit; I wasn’t ready nor was my boyfriend. Telling my parents could not have been more of an epic event. Filled with disappointment and shame, yet so curious of what was to come, my parents knew their and my lives were going to change forever.

With a blink of an eye, I hit 5 months in my gestation. I took my mother and boyfriend to my very first sonograph. Nervously awaiting the news of my child’s health and whether I was going to have a son or daughter, I glanced back and forth between the sonograph screen and my mother’s ever tearing eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder what my mother must have felt at the moment the sonographer said I was going to have a healthy girl. Was she happy or was she still feeling as if I had been stolen away? I looked right at her and knew she was happy. Although, there was still questions of what the future held, my mother and I had reached the point of realizing this event in our lives would be a blessing.

In no time at all, I had been admitted to the hospital and would be induced the next morning. No one could feel anger or shame that day. We were all so happy, even though I was in a lot of pain. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. Was my child going to be healthy? Would I be a good mother? Will my family really be able to handle such a big responsibility? I kept hearing all the stories told to me by random mothers of horrible labor, blue babies, and insanely long umbilical cords playing over in my head. After 14 hours of labor and pushing, out came the most intriguing, softest feeling, and instantly loved baby. She cried instantly, as did I and everyone else in the room. She was weighed and measured, coming in at 5 lbs. 7.6 oz. and 18 inches long. I was only able to hold her for a brief moment, and then she was rushed away to the NICU.  My tiny child was gone for what felt like a century to me, but returned a few hours later. Finally, my moment to begin the rest of Alea’s and mine’s lives.

There I was, 16 going on motherhood. The girl with all the potential in the world was a teen mother, but that had no matter to me. I knew I could go above and beyond for my child, family, and myself. Stepping out of the hospital into the world that seemed suddenly much bigger, my child and I were ready to start something wonderful. A few months later, I started my senior year in high school. Of course every one of my peers wondered how successful I could really be. My mother and father worried terribly that I would not graduate or even go to college. However, to all’s surprise I did it. I graduated. The teen mom walked across the stage with diploma in hand.

It wasn’t long before I began college in pursuit of a career in nursing. Thanks to the amazing experience of my daughter, I realized my passion for nursing. It would be a lie to say I got through all that I did easily. To be frank, it took a lot of sacrifice by not only me, but my whole family. Now, I am almost into the nursing program and my daughter just turned 3 years old.

Not only was this a journey, but a blossoming life for the future. When I hear, “That teen mom…,” a completely different idea comes to mind. Yes, my daughter came early in my life; however, my daughter and I have exceeded all expectations. I continue to watch my daughter grow and my family continues to watch both of us grow into our own individuals. I have the best motivation of all, a daughter, to succeed in all that I do. These past 3 years and any years to come are for sure, the best years of my life.


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