I Kept My Baby

I kept my baby.

Even when everyone told me “kids shouldn’t have kids”

or that I’d “ruin my life”,

I kept my baby.

I knew some would think I slept around,

that I was promiscuous.

I knew that girls would talk

and boys would listen,

but I still kept my baby.

I knew there was a pill that could ‘take it all away’.

“My ‘problems’ could be gone tomorrow if I just took it today.”

But I knew that was a lie anyway

so I kept my baby.

And because I kept my baby,

it’s assumed I hate everyone who made a different choice.

I don’t.

I love them.

And I know how scared they were

because I was, too.

I know how these girls (and myself) were misinformed

when we were told it’s impossible.

It’s not.

I knew it would take a lot of trust and big faith when I kept my baby.

But when I did, this crazy thing happened.

It didn’t even ruin my life.

Not in any way.

Now I have a baby and a family.

I have a baby and a college degree.

I have a husband and even more babies.

I’ve raised a baby and still chased my own dreams.

So yes, I’ve done some things the hard way and I’ve grown up faster that I *had* to and I’ve struggled along the way

but when I look at my sweet “baby” boy,

I’m so glad that

I kept my baby.