My Experience as a Teenage Mother Essay -- Personal Narrative Pregnanc

My Experience as a Teenage Mother Twenty-six years have brought many changes to my home in the mountains of East Tennessee one of the most important of these changes being the slow dissolution of what I call the racial divide. This change had just begun to take arse when I found myself a frightened pregnant teenager growing up in the small community of Shell Creek in Carter County, Tennessee. It was 1977 and of the few hundred people in town, I was certain I would be the first to have a child that was half black and half white. My parents break when I was ten years old, so I grew up in my grandparents home, a place filled with love and acceptance. My grandparents had never imparted any type of prejudice, racial or otherwise to my young mind. However, I knew the Baptist church Grandma attended every Sunday warned against bi-racial relationships.. My grandparents were devout and sincere in their faith so they evaluate this way of thinking. Would my family ever be a ble to accept this child I was carrying? I didnt think they could at the time so I unplowed my secret. Telling the childs father was out of the question as I knew he was not interested in me or our child. My pregnancy was a bi-product of youth and ignorance.The summer of 1977 passed quickly for me and the child growing inside me. I thought of the baby as a boy, although I had no idea what sexual practice my baby was. Sometimes I wondered what he would look resembling. Was he smart? What would he become? Mostly I wondered how my family would react to him. How in the world was I going to raise a child alone? Being only sixteen, I was still a child myself. I knew I had only a few months to discover an answer to my question.By late fall I was b... ...nge. As she removed the tiny diaper, I saw what appeared to be a Brobdingnagian pique on the little boys bottom. My heart raced and I saw red in both eyes.What have you done to my baby? I screamed loud enough to wake the exha usted woman sharing my room. I lifted my sore body from the bed with angry force. Where did he get that bruise? I demanded. The startled nurse looked at me like I was insane.Thats a Mongolian spot, very common in mixed babies, she explained. Its not a big deal. I promise no one has hurt him.At that moment I knew I loved the little boy like Id never loved before. I would protect him with my life, giving him all the love in my heart. I had to figure out how to be the capture he deserved.Logan and I left the hospital together the next morning. Logan is in Iraq fighting for freedom and I came home to the mountains I love.