At 17, my baby was born - I looked about 12, I‘d left college, I had no money, my relationship was rubbish and my parents hardly spoke to me…“just wait” I thought “you’ll see…”
At 19, I was back home in my old bedroom, sharing a bunk bed with my 2 year old…. “I’ll show you” I thought “one day, you’ll see…”
At 23, I was working doing admin, 9-2, in what was possibly the most uninspiring job ever….“a bit more time…. I’ll show you - I promise”
At 24, I lived in a little house on a messy street with second hand furniture and wood-chip on the walls….”nearly there now…..just hold on a bit longer”
At 28, I finally had all the qualifications, the job, the house, the lifestyle that I’d been aiming for. I was finally ready to show everyone that being a teenage mum hadn’t ruined my life….that I could still do all the things you thought I couldn’t. “See” I boasted “I told you so”…..
But no one was watching anymore.
Then I looked back and realised that those last ten years had actually been the happiest of my life, and even though, during that time, I hadn’t yet got anything to show for my belief that things would be ok - what I did have was so much more…right from day one.
Next time a teenage mother tells your her dreams, that she’s gonna do all sorts of unimaginable things, just believe her - and be patient…..