an introduction

i have a 14-month-old son named noah, and i'll be 20 next week.

that's right, i'm (gasp!) a young single mother. 

some people are just amazing about it, like, "i know you must be a great mom, he's such a happy boy, and that's really a reflection of your energy towards him. he's so intelligent. what a gorgeous little boy."

some people are awkward about it, like, "wow, you're really young...how old are you? and you have a baby already...?"

some people are mean about it, like, "well at least i'm not a whore...18-years-old and knocked up, i mean seriously, have you heard of a condom? didn't you use one?"

and my answer is, yes, i have. and i did. thanks for your concern. but no one can ever make me feel guilty for giving my son the most precious gift: life. the world would not be nearly so wonderful without him.

i'm a full time A-student in college, i take night, weekend, and online classes so i can spend as much time with noah as possible. i don't push him off onto my parents like some girls do; noah is not my parents' responsibility. he is my responsibility. i am a part-time nanny for two adorable kids whom i have taken care of for about 2 1/2 years, and noah comes with me when i watch them.

noah's father was gone before i could even tell him the baby was his. he just assumed i was sleeping around, but on the "off chance" that he was going to become a father, he decided to skip out and leave the country for awhile. rumor has it, he's back from mexico and living with his sister in rockford. his name is adriel. he used to work at the baskin robbins in the north riverside mall in cicero. if anyone finds him, keep in touch. but truthfully, i just want to tell him, "look, this is your son. he looks just like you, look at his eyes. look at his hair. look at his ears, and his mouth and his toes. this is your baby, this is what you've been missing out on." my son doesn't deserve a father that never wanted him in the first place, so thank God for justin.

Justin is my boyfriend and, hopefully, someday soon he'll be my fiance. we've been together for over a year and a half. we started dating when i was three months pregnant. he was there for me at my doctor's appointments, in the hospital when i had noah, and he loves noah as if noah were his own son. in our eyes, noah is his son. justin is the one he calls "Dada."

so that's about all i have to say about all this. that's my past, and this blog is going to be about my present and my future. 

"my future's so bright, i gotta wear sunglasses." lol.