Children aren't asked to be brought into this world but when they do, they seek to be raised by their parents and loved unconditionally!
aspirations as all young girls do and one of them was that I wanted to be on television. I got that opportunity in a few high school plays. I did not have any worries as, I was happy and I only responsible for myself. I was not thinking about having children and especially that I would be raising them on my own. That dream crashed when I found out I was having my first child and although I thought I would be ready to raise a family, I was not. I was married and thought I would be supported since this was our first child. I didn't expect I would be a single parent. When life handed me this gift, I left those dreams behind me and instead of acting in a role of a mother, I was going to be one that required no acting. In the first few years of single parenthood, I did not realize how difficult it would be to manage another human life. Babies are fragile and require all of your time. It was through time that it became less difficult and managed the best that I could. I did all that I could to get through the first few years of parenthood from trial and error, asking questions, some motherly instinct, watching my mother care for us as best as she knew how and just faking it when I did not know what I was doing. Meanwhile, I was trying to salvage a relationship that was dead from the beginning. I was in a dysfunctional relationship and what I hoped for was a chance to "change" him into becoming a father. Unfortunately, that didn't happen as heroin played into this and the fight to remain clean was too powerful to overcome. I stayed in the relationship to give us a chance, for having a two-parent household was important to me. Those first four years were tough as it was just my son and I was doing the best that I could, but I felt alone and unsupported even though he was barely there. I worked a job here and there that paid for the bills Four years later, I was being given the gift of a second child, another baby boy. At that time, I was older and wiser when it came to, raising and attending to children. I was more experienced, had finished college
with a Human Service Associate Degree. I was trying to salvage a marriage that had been lost a few years prior. However, I was ready for the second child and hoped that life