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Because of You! (Mother's Day Thoughts)

Some 17 years ago, I heard these words, You're pregnant!
I hung my head down in shame, and my heartbeat increased steadily and then set loose as a horse racing around a track. I know, I heard those words but I was in disbelief, so much so, I wanted it to be a dream. So, at the moment, I was faced with being Single, unmarried at 20 and unprepared to be anyone's mother.

I was not ready to bring a child in the world and I was afraid of what would have been ahead for me. I sought every option possible but eventually decided that I would walk this road ahead and alone and so, on August 9, 1996, at about 5:40 am or thereafter, I bought a 6lbs, 4 ounces baby boy into the world! At 21, I became a mother.

I had to decide that I had a life to be responsible for, and at first it was not easy but I had no choice. I was determined that I would love my child and be the best mother I could be to him. He was active, he was daring and bold and filled with neverending energy. That was then and it still remains true today.  He is a product of me! He had been exposed to my good and my bad. (Something to think about when having kids).

From that moment, I made a decision to live the best life in front of my child, that he can someday emulate and not hold his head down in shame because of my poor choices and decisions. I changed my outcome for him, he deserved a chance to not be a statistic. He deserved a mother that would teach him the best that she could.

Although, I may be considered a single parent, I never parented alone. My parents from day one was ultimately involved in my sons life, his rearing and upbringing. After the initial reaction and anger passed because of my untimely pregnancy, because I was a single, unwed mother and a fallen Christian, they choose to forgive and love me and I choose to forgive myself. But my range of support did not stop there, I had my brothers and sisters that raised my son like their own and my uncles and aunts especially my Mom's brother and sister, they were always there for us and was there for my son, even to this very day, seventeen years later. They have stepped in to support and help me along the way.

I may have been thrusted into this single parent position, by no fault of anyone but my own. However, it is amazing how,  God can take any situation and turn it around for the good.

I am not a perfect parent and a Mom but that is fine by me. Yet, I am thankful for the privilege of being someone's Mom, someone's Coach, Nurse, Teacher, Intercessor and Number One Fan.

To all the mothers out there, please be the best that you can be and know that you make the difference because you make this world so much a better place to live in, because of you...being you!

Unveiled to Be Transformed
-Keisha





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