Usually I'm blogging about my day , or my quilting or my Meatless Mondays or whatever. It's usually mildly amusing for you as readers , or at least that's my hope. Today, I'm going to give you a window into a part of my life. Today I'm going to get real with you. Not real as in look-at-the big-pimple-on-my butt-real. Even Real-er than that.
A brief bit of background. We have only the one child who from age 14-17 was a total wild child. She was the poster child for all the things you don't want your teen to do. Seriously. I was beside myself on a regular basis. Seriously.
I know people have judged her. People have judged us. There have been many times where my daughter's actions have limited her experience, her acceptance and her opportunities. She moved out of home at 17. She left school, having scraped through Year 10 and pretty much lived hand to mouth. Six months after she moved out of home she announced she was pregnant.
Some thing happened to my daughter during the pregnancy process. She came out the other side of that a wiser person. A nicer person. A likeable person. She adores her son. She has learned lessons about not putting herself first. About not living completely in the moment. About what it means to be responsible for yourself, for your child, for your life, for your choices. Sure, she struggles some days. I don't know a parent who doesn't. She isn't perfect. I don't know any other person who is, so I don't expect her to be. Parenting is a lot of work and a lot of random luck. She's doing better than OK at this point.
For one teeny weeny moment I want to have a small brag. I don't do it very often and I want my daughter to have her moment in the sun after many moments on the dark side.
So, what do you do when you are an 18 year old single mum, with a 6 month old baby? What are your prospects? DD has narrowed her choices down to 1) you can sit on your behind and get on the welfare roundabout or 2) you can take control of your own life.
Last week, she announced she's going back to finish high school. She chose a school. She did the interview and picked her subjects. She has organised it all herself. She's found great childcare for her son. She's worked out how she's going to get to childcare and school using the bus because she doesn't drive. She bought all her books and supplies herself. She's got a plan for parenting while she works at passing the final two years of high school. She has acknowledged it's going to be hard but that she can do this.
And she starts next week.
How fabulous and gutsy and terrific is my daughter?