If I Knew Then, What I Know Now

I am a thirty three division mavin- while(a) teen mother. Sixteen years ago, at the age of 17, I became gravid with a child that would eventu all toldy dictate, run, and be the deciding factor of who I would become. Well, lets be honest, still defining who I will be. Today, I feel the effects of how a teenage pregnancy, now proclaim by reality TV, has truly impacted my life now as an adult. How did this happen?At 17 I entered my junior year of laid- backbone school with a plan, I would graduate early, midyear at seventeen and leave off to Kent State University, where only a select few, yes I was one of them, would be omitted into the architectural program. My father had always wanted to be an architect, barely a civil war and its effects took a toll on my grandparents lives leaving my father responsible to help contri only whene to the family of hexad at an early age, so off into the work force he went, but he never let me forget that was his dream.So as a young girl I had a talent for drafting, drawing, and really enjoyed architecture as a focus in high school. My father couldnt have been prouder. So as a Sophomore I make the decision to move on from high school as fasting as I could and get into a really mature large up life by graduating early, as a junior, and being accredited into a prestigious program with Kent State. My father was proud I think up the day I had to tell my parents I was pregnant and at seventeen, I would still graduate early and possibly still go onto Kent for my program, but they knew different.I saw the disappointment in their eyes and their tone. My father although disappointed was at that place to help me how ever I saw fit. So at seventeen I graduated with honors in January, gave birth in March and kinda of entering Kent State University in August, I got married to the father of my girlfriend. What a mistake. Five months later, devastated by deceit and lack of involvement I left-hand(a) my husband and moved back in to my parents home. I resolute I had to get back on track and I try hard.The years that followed where lead by hard emotional court battles, let down relationships with boys that had no interest in being with a girl who was a mother of a and so two or three year old, so I decided to ask my father for a job, if I couldnt live out his dream as an architect then I maybe I could follow in his life time achievement with an auto company that had helped him develop a name and repute for himself, in our time. He was thrilled I wanted to work for him and chartered me immediately. One year into my employment with my father, I met my husband of 11 years, He did not seem to care of my past or how I got to where I was.He seemed only interested in how we could bugger off as a intermix family into a whole family without judgment. So we Married shortly after group meeting and have been married for eleven years. However that doesnt mean on that point hasnt been a price to pay. Id exchangeab le to judge that it all works out in the end. Id like to tell all those sixteen and seventeen year olds that it will all work out, but I would be a lie. After sixteen years of struggle and hardships I find myself alone again with my daughter trying to make it work.The action I took as a seventeen year old have an impact on my thirty quad year old life. I am continue to struggle to congeal who I and more importantly who we are, my daughter and I. If I could look back and tell that sixteen year old one thing it would ne not to be in such a rush to grow up and to truly listen to what my parents have to say. But I imbibe I do that that opportunity now to tell her that, and so I do every opportunity I get. I tell my daughter to plan a life for her and love, family and children will come, without remorse.