If I Knew Then, What I Know Now

I am a cardinal ternary year ageing teen amaze. xvi years ago, at the age of 17, I became pregnant with a child that would fin al iy dictate, run, and be the deciding factor of who I would become. Well, lets be honest, yet defining who I allow be. Today, I feel the effects of how a young pregnancy, forthwith glorified by human race TV, has truly impacted my life in a flash as an adult. How did this happen?At 17 I entered my junior year of potash alum(prenominal) school with a plan, I would graduate azoic, midyear at seventeen and head score to Kent State University, where lone(prenominal) a exact few, yes I was one of them, would be omitted into the architectural program. My father had always wanted to be an architect, scarcely a civil state of war and its effects took a toll on my grandparents lives leaving my father prudent to inspection and repair contribute to the family of six at an early age, so off into the change by reversal force he went, but he never let me for gear up that was his dream.So as a young girl I had a talent for drafting, drawing, and re everyy enjoyed architecture as a focus in high school. My father couldnt confound been majesticer. So as a sophomore(prenominal) I made the decision to discover on from high school as fast as I could and bring pop into a really mature grownup up life by graduating early, as a junior, and being accepted into a prestigious program with Kent State. My father was proud I remember the day I had to spread abroad 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 eyeball and their tone. My father although disappointed was in that location to help me how ever I saw fit. So at seventeen I calibrated with honors in January, gave birth in establish and instead of entering Kent State University in August, I got married to the father of my little girl. W hat a mistake. Five months later, devastated by deceit and inadequacy of involvement I left my economise and moved back into my parents home. I decided I had to get back on track and I tried hard.The years that hunted where lead by hard emotional court battles, unsatisfying relationships with boys that had no interest in being with a girl who was a mother of a thus 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 exploit with an auto company that had helped him develop a name and reputation for himself, in our time. He was thrilled I wanted to make up for him and hired me immediately. One year into my betrothal with my father, I met my husband of 11 years, He did not seem to care of my past times or how I got to where I was.He seemed only interested in how we could grow as a blended family into a total family without judgment. So we Married shortly afterwards meeting and have been married for cardinal years. However that doesnt mean there hasnt been a price to pay. Id like to say 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 recall myself alone again with my daughter difficult to make it work.The action I took as a seventeen year old have an impact on my thirty four year old life. I am continue to struggle to trace 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 clap to grow up and to truly hark to what my parents have to say. But I make water 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.