My daughter was pregnant at the age of 17. When she told me I nearly hit the roof. I blew up before I took the time to think. All I could see was how hard my life was having children young, blah, blah, blah. I told her I would not help her and all that jazz. She was keeping the baby though since she had had an abortion a year and a half prior to this. She couldn't live through that again and I could understand that part of her decision.
Given a week or so to think things through calmly I knew that there was nothing I could do but support her. I put the anger and fears aside and knew that she would do okay because she was a strong willed person like me.
The baby's father was 16 at the time my grandson was born. That was nine years ago and they are still together and just had a baby girl this past July. Life has been hard for them and they struggle to survive but I stepped aside and let them do this on their own (knowing I would certainly be there if she needed me).
I adore my grandchildren! |