Tags: pregnancy, single moms, teen moms
Lately it seems I am surrounded by pregnant women and new moms. I imagine this is something I’m going to have to get used to as more and more people I know reach “the age” of new motherhood. But I remember a time when getting pregnant was something to be feared.
There’s a lot of attention being paid to shows like Teen Mom that expose what it’s like to have a child when you are still basically a child yourself. Growing up in a town like mine, there weren’t a lot of teen moms. There were girls that got pregnant and had the means and desire to terminate the pregnancy, probably many more than the rumor mill let on. But I do have a few friends who had kids at a young age and while they weren’t planned pregnancies, they accepted and embraced the new path their life was going down.
I really want to commend the young single mothers out there. I think it takes a very special person to become a mother, especially at such a young age. You may not have had the resources but you were going to make sure that your child never went without. There is such a high level of selflessness in becoming a mother.
I know what a lot of naysayers would say. It’s irresponsible to bring a child into this world if there is a lack of stability, that young moms put a burden on their families. I really think it’s crazy to think of a child as a burden. Sure it’s not the course we all strive to take, but if a child is born into a family who is going to love and nurture him, who are we to judge? Stability is really a man-made idea. If the recent economic slump teaches you anything, it’s that nothing is guaranteed.
I do want to be clear that I don’t support people who have children and then rely solely on the government to fund their rearing. Those programs are put into place to help families who are trying to better themselves and I think it’s a disgrace when people take advantage of the system when there are people who really need it.
So beyond the young and single moms, the people I know who are pregnant now range in age significantly. It seems there is no time stamp of when the “right” age to have a child is.
I’ve thought about what I’d do if I got pregnant at different points in my life. As much as I support my single mom friends, I just don’t know if I could have done it when I was younger. But now, even though I’m not ready, I’m at an age where it doesn’t seem fair to pass up the opportunity. It’s almost like there’s this invisible line between the age where it’s acceptable to terminate and when it’s not.
Luckily, I’m not and never have been in a position where this is of concern. But it’s certainly an interesting dynamic. I don’t know when this line appears, all I know is when I see the face of my newborn nephew, all uncertainty disappears.
Tags: babies, birth, brother, family, pregnancy, sister-in-law
So here’s the big news. I’m going to be an aunt! My big brother, my only sibling, is having his first child! I have this crazy overwhelming feeling of love and joy that I can’t even explain. I didn’t know I’d feel like this. In all of my thinking of the future, I never was thinking of my brother as a father. I mean, the idea of us both having kids and them playing together (the way I did with my first cousins) did cross my mind, but the reality of it has taken me by storm. I could not be more proud of my brother or happier for his wife and him.
Up to this point, I’ve played many roles in my life. But all of them were under the guise of “Dana”. This new addition gives me a new name. Now I’ll be Aunt Dana. Aunt Dana. Wow, I really need to get used to that. I’m still getting used to referring to my sister-in-law as my brother’s wife, and now I’ll be calling them mom and dad when I talk to their child, and my parents grandma and grandpa!
Coming from a very small family, this addition means the world to my family. This child will be carrying on the family name, the family bloodline, and hopefully some of the family traditions and culture (mixed in with his mother’s family traditions and cultures of course). Things haven’t been easy for my family over the past few years. This child is a good luck charm, a symbol of hope.
Wow. I’ve put a lot of pressure on this unborn child. He (or she) has a lot to live up to! This child is going to have more love that it knows what to do with. The whole family is going to love this child with all of their might, with all of their soul, with all of their being.
I can’t wait to hold the next generation of my family in my arms. I may never let go.
Congrats Jess and Ira!