Author’s note: I haven’t really discussed how I came to be a single mom at 23, partially because it’s incredibly personal, but partially because there’s still a bit of a stigma attached to stories like mine. I announced that I was pregnant on my blog though, and I touched on a couple of items: I mentioned that my son’s dad and I were seeing each other briefly, but we were looking for different things, and I mentioned that I was excited and so was he. But I never really mentioned how I came to my decision to actually become a parent…until now.
I had decided against being a musician. I knew that I would eventually want to be a mom—the great mom my mom was to me, who was involved in my life, interested in what I was doing, and present for everything and anything I did. On top of that, I knew I didn’t want to live a life of financial dependence. I wanted a career that would allow me to make my own living and support myself and my eventual children. Living in a practice room, struggling for a consistent gig…that wasn’t the kind of life that would allow for those aspirations. I wanted to be a parent, and it was so important to me to be a great one. I just hadn’t planned for it to happen so soon.
MAKING A CHOICE