Becoming a Mother

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“Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby boy!” my mother said as she rubbed my head with the biggest smile I think I had ever seen. Last year I would have never thought that I would be a mother a year later, especially not at the age of 16. I could still remember when my brother and sister were little and I would have to take care of them all the time. At least with them the responsibility was not all mines. This was “my child.” I would have to make sure he was fed, bathed, changed, and happy. The thought of being responsible for another life was beginning to scare me a little, but it was too late to go back now. The first day was not as bad as I expected. All of my friends had come to the hospital to see the baby, showering me and him with gifts. The nurses on the floor were great. My favorite was a lady named Michelle. She would come into my room every morning at 6:30 to take my vitals and she always had the sweetest things to say. It was like she could sense my fear. She would always say, “don’t worry baby girl, you are going to be a great mother, I can tell.” It really made my day to hear her voice. We went home on a Wednesday afternoon. It was a beautiful August day. The sun was extra bright, probly because I had been in a hospital room for the past three days, and there was a warm breeze that made the ride home great. When we pulled up in front of the house the street was lined with cars. I could hear music playing and the smell of BBQ. There were so many familiar faces. My aunts and uncles, cousins, friends. I could see a Welcome Home banner over the garage and I immediately began smiling. This was all for my baby! I was so shocked. As I stepped out of the car everyone began to run over. There were hugs and “congratulations” coming from every direction. This was the best day of my life. I finally got the baby into the house and as I made my way to my room my father stopped me. “This is not for you, it’s for my grandson.” He said and then stepped...
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