The other Wes Moore
The other Wes Moore needed to tell his mother that he got Alicia pregnant. Have you ever had to give someone news that you knew would break their heart? How did you build up the courage?
The Hardest Truth I've Ever had to Share
There are moments in life that shape who you are forever. For me, one of those moments came when I was just 14 years old. I was in eighth grade, preparing to graduate and step into high school. But instead of celebrating that milestone, I had to face something I never imagined: I was pregnant. It was terrifying. I was still a child myself, and I had to build up the courage to tell the people who loved me most- knowing it would break their hearts. The person I told was my grandmother. I had no choice. She's the only one who's always known me better than I know myself. I was so scared, but I also knew that if anyone could love me through this, it was her. Telling her was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but I'm so grateful I did. Her reaction wasn't anger- it was heartbreak, yes- but also concern and support. my grandmother and grandfather believed in family, and despite the shock, they chose to stand by me.
Telling my mother was a different story. Her reaction was something I still carry with me. She was devastated and overwhelmed. Her disappointment turned into rage, and in that moment of pain, she lashed out at me. She then left my grandmother's house. For a while after that, i didn't see her. I felt abandoned, confused , and completely alone. My aunt was also deeply hurt. She tried to arrange an abortion for me, and part of me understood- it was her way of trying to fix things. But by the time the abortion was approved, I was too far along in the pregnancy. At that point, there was no turning back. Still, my grandparents made it clear: they didn't believe in abortion, and they were it clear: they didn't believe in abortion, and they were not going to allow it. What they did allow was love. They supported me through my pregnancy, stood by me every step of the way, and helped me care for my baby once she arrived.
Their unconditional love help me together. Eventually, my mother and aunt came around. Slowly, they softened, and they started to show up again. It wasn't easy, and the relationship didn't heal overnight. But they saw how strong I was becoming, and they saw the beautiful baby girl I had brought into the world. My daughter changed everything. She gave my grandparents a new reason to smile, a renewed sense of purpose. She filled our home with life and light, and despite the pain that came before her, she became a blessing we all cherish. My father on the other hand, disowned me he told me and my mother he did not want nothing more to do with me. That hurt than I can explain. But in the end,I learned something powerful: Love doesn't always come from where you expect, but when it's real, it carries you through My children are my purpose now, and my first born- saved me. She gave me strength, gave my family hope, and turned heartbreak into healing.
A picture of me with baby girl we have to take an updated photo with everyone to include our last baby
Naomi,
ReplyDeleteYou are such a good writer and you share your experiences in a way that totally engages your reader with empathy for your challenging experiences. Powerful!
What a beautiful family you have!! Your first-born is a beautiful young woman!!