Learning that my teenage daughter was pregnant was very hard. It brought up so many issues, so many questions...so many insecurities. I wondered if her choice to have sex and her choice to keep the baby was an indictment on my parenting. Where did i go wrong?
Ever since she was young, i brought my daughter everywhere with me. And where possible, i worked at every school she attended. I wanted to be near. I loved so much sharing my life with her and her sharing her life with me. No matter how busy my life was, no matter the demands placed on my time by work and study, i kept her close. I never wanted her to have the life of an absent parent...someone so busy helping the world or working that she/he wouldn't have time to nurture her/his own child.
Over the years, i watched her grow. She dealt with loss and several large challenges at a young age. I did my best to help her work through them. And attempted to bring others into her life to offer love and support. She is such a wonderful child...and every year, every moment of her life i have loved and cherished. If there is such a thing as a blessing (i am not a religious person in any way), then she certainly is it.