Did my pregnancy at 15 years old happen for a reason?
Was I meant to give birth to Christopher? Was he a gift from God that I tossed away?
As crappy as my parents were at parenting,
they were/are fabulous as grandparents.
Just short of three years after I had Christopher, I gave birth to our daughter. Though we were engaged, I was still unmarried, still living at home. It could still be pretty ugly at home, although I wasn't there often by then.
My mom and dad loved Trishia with all of their hearts. They watched her while I went to work, they watched her to let me have a night out a few times a month. My dad would sit her on his lap and feed her, he would come home from work in the winter time and put his hat on Trishia's little head and they would both laugh. My mom would sing to her. Everyone in the house doted on her.
Having a baby in the house brought laughter back
to the house and made it a home.
My relationship with my parents changed after I became a mom. You know ~ a real mom ~ a mom raising "kids of my own" as the adoption agency told me I would do after giving my firstborn up for adoption. We got along, we showed love towards each other (even if those words were never spoken). We became a real family.
Was Christopher's birth a gift ~
meant to heal our family instead of tear it further apart?