avatarJaja Requa

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The website content recounts the personal journey of a woman who became a teenage mother, detailing her challenging experiences, the support from her mother, and her reflections on motherhood across different decades of her life.

Abstract

The author shares a deeply personal narrative of becoming a teenage mother during her freshman year of college, the pain of childbirth without painkillers, and the absence of her boyfriend during the delivery. She describes the unwavering support of her mother, who was present and encouraging throughout the process, contrasting with the abandonment by her daughter's father. The story touches on her subsequent life as a mother of three, her struggles with a miscarriage, and her reflections on her own mother's fertility challenges. The author also addresses women's rights, her consideration of abortion, and the decision to keep her child. She concludes with gratitude for her mother's guidance, her achievements, such as graduating from design school, and invites readers to follow her work on women's rights and motherhood.

Opinions

  • The author views her experience as a teenage mother as both a significant challenge and a profound source of accomplishment.
  • She holds a critical opinion of her ex-boyfriend and the father of her child, describing him as abusive and unsupportive.
  • The author expresses a deep appreciation for her mother's role in her life, viewing her as a guardian angel and a constant source of inspiration and support.
  • She advocates for women's rights to choose, specifically referencing her own contemplation of abortion and her decision to keep her baby.
  • The author believes in the power of prayer and the influence of her mother's faith, which played a role in her own birth and her approach to motherhood.
  • She acknowledges the difficulty of parenting while also emphasizing the joy and ease of loving her children.
  • The author suggests that her mother's traumatic experiences with miscarriage have impacted her own perspective on motherhood and loss.
  • She encourages respect for mothers, considering them as queens, and shares her personal experiences to connect with and inspire others.
  • The author promotes her other writings on the topic of motherhood and women's rights, indicating a commitment to sharing her insights and stories with a wider audience.

True Story: I Was a Teenage Mom

It’s crazy how the very thing I thought would kill me is one of the greatest sources of my accomplishment.

Picture of my daughter and me as a teenage mom on the island I was raised

A lot of a stressless life is not putting too much importance on shit that happens to you.

I was a teenage Mom. I still remember calling my poor mother to tell her that I was pregnant freshman year first semester in college!

I almost had a heart attack seeing that positive double line on that pregnancy test. I just graduated high school that year and I was a late bloomer with a mind of a 15-year-old.

Nevertheless, as a teenager, I listened to my mother and gave birth without painkillers!!! It's crazy how the very thing I thought would kill me … is one of the greatest sources of my accomplishment.

A lot of a stressless life is not putting too much importance on shit that happens to you. So when things get rough, just think “ this too shall pass” and with time all that stress, anxiety, and pain will decrease.

At least that was what I was thinking when I was giving birth in wrenching, agonizing pain! I thought about anything positive to keep my mind off the fact I thought I was going to die.

What do I know about having or taking care of a baby?

Photo of me pregnant.

It was not my 19-year-old boyfriend holding my hand through the pain. He ran out of the delivery room as soon as he came in.

Mom went chasing after him because I told her I wanted him with me. She was frantically looking for him all over the place but he disappeared to go smoke a spliff to get high.

He ended up being an abusive asshole that used to spit on me and rough me up. I dumped him by the time my daughter was 5 months old.

Picture of me at my 5-month-old daughter: I dumped my ‘baby’s-daddy’ two weeks after this picture was taken

My ‘baby’s daddy’ didn’t come back until after my daughter was born. He said he couldn’t take it. Thank you for your support…asshole!

It was my mother who ended up holding my hand and was there for me in that Brooklyn labor room ironically on labor day. As my daughter came out of me & I FINALLY, excruciatingly gave birth, my Mom immediately lifted my screaming baby into the air and started praising God and praying blessings for her like a church baptism. 🙏

Like a cue from the lion king princess initiation and with PERFECT synchronicity, we heard cheering and partying from the crowd outside from the festivities of the Caribbean labor day parade in Brooklyn.

God Bless you, mothers, out there being a source of inspiration to their children.

Although she lives in the Caribbean and I live in New York, she is still guiding me, filling me with encouraging words, and praying over me. Just like she did in the delivery room. I don’t believe that will ever stop even after she dies.

My mother will always eternally be my guardian Angel. Just today she left a voice message singing “I just call to say I love you.”

I’m blessed to have a mother that’s still alive and does sweet things like that.

I am now a mother of 3 and loving them is easy. Giving birth and parenting is hard.

I am blessed to have had a child in every childbearing decade of my life, my teens, my 20s, and my 30s. I got pregnant in my 40s but had my first miscarriage last year…and, I wrote about it but that was so heartbreaking, that I couldn’t bring myself to publish it.

Looking back, I believe my mother was traumatized by the fact she had 3 miscarriages and she had them all trying to make me. I am to her a prayer answered when I was born on that Sunday on father's day.

The doctors said that she couldn’t get pregnant so she prayed for 6 years until I was born because she didn’t want anything to go wrong.

All my life I listened with admiration to her choice to have me as naturally as possible.

Respect your mothers like the queens that they are!

2019 picture of me goofing around taking selfies with my mother and Father Mark after church in the W.!

Mom is in her Sunday best still asking the priests to pray for me…I need it!😂

More from me

A picture of me and my daughter at 3 years old. I graduated from Parson’s School of Design 4 years later.

As a freshman in college I considered taking advantage of Roe v Wade and getting an abortion. Since I’m writing a story on women’s rights to have an abortion, Maybe subscribe and follow me for more true stories.

About my abortion & why I kept the baby:

Let’s not forget, that every one of you is alive today because of the woman who chose to have you.

Happy mothers day all year long:)

My Newest story:

This is my most popular poem and a 1-minute read:)

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