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Mother May I . . .

 

            
            
             Is a teenage mother easy to spot? My general census is out; teen mothers are prejudged as insufficient, ill-prepared and lazy. It is true for a large amount of teen mothers. However, from a personal stand point 1 in 5 teen mothers is a dead beat. I did not conduct a large scale survey to come up with the aforementioned. I simply asked immediate family members their preconceived notions all in an effort to find where I stand in the teen mother demographic. Moreover, is my position blatantly obvious to a point of apparent repulsion? I have become the pariah of the playground while my son is fluttering around as the social butterfly. I recently took keen observation to my atmosphere during playground visits with my son. In an effort to clearly analyze the feeling regarding teenaged mothers, I have compiled some startling revelations.
             Motherhood has not been a walk in the park, so to speak. I feel I have done a tremendous job alone amongst a home full of people. Consequentially there are times when I wish I had kindred to confide in. When ones mother is of nearly no useful assistance, where could I turn to? Having always been an avoidant personality type, I found it awkward I was yearning to visit playgrounds. My son desperately wanted to interact with kids to play and grow. Funny thing is his mother desired the same relationship type. When my son was gleefully sliding and parading around equally joyous kids, I felt like a vegan in a slaughterhouse - obviously displaced.
             The average mother is 32, married and often a homemaker. I"m sure you can imagine their astonishment when my illegitimate son and I waltz in on their mommy fest. I am willing to admit that I exhibit my antisocialism more times than not while at the park. However, sometimes I go in an attempt to socialize with the other mothers. Even when I try, the mothers all look the other way. We make eye contact but the feeling in the air is unacceptance.


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