Single Moms

It's not easy being a single mom. As a single parent, you have to take on double the parenting duty. Other issues can make this even more complex. For example, some young moms write about what to do if my boyfriend is an alcoholic. Please share your experience and wisdom. As you will see, these problems require a great support system, time management skills and top-notch parenting techniques. If you have tips to share with other single moms or just want to help other single mothers and single parents out there, then tell us your story.

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Its not easy but we all can do it

I was 17 when I had my first child, my son, he’s now 3. I am 21 now and 8 months pregnant with my second and I the only support I have from my parents. Me and the father are not together and he doesn’t do nothing for his kids. He used to pay child support but he just recently signed his rights over. So now its all on me it wasn’t easy in the beginning but u have to ask for help and yes there is help out there...don't be scared just have faith god will help u through it no matter what...thanks kayla


15 and alone now 16 and happy!

I was fifteen years old the first time I had sex with my boyfriend James, I was deeply in love with him and was happy to give my virginity to him. 12 weeks later I started to notice my belly turn into a bump and that was the moment I realized I had to stop lying to my boyfriend, my family and myself. Even though I had already guessed a lot earlier that I might be pregnant, at three months I knew it was time to come clean. I told James and he agreed that he had noticed my belly and had been thinking the same thing but had been too scared to say anything.

After taking a test and seeing it was positive, we both told our families that we were to be parents. Unfortunately James’s parents responded badly to this and decided to move away with him so that he could have a clean start and never see his pregnant girlfriend again. I was devastated, fifteen, heartbroken, pregnant and the best way to describe how I felt. My mum was furious and was going to kick me out until she saw how seriously I was going to take my responsibility as a mom.

I spent six months of my life totally alone, my family was near to disowning me, I was being called a "slut" at school and I had not heard from James in months. My water finally broke while I was at school (my mum would not let me take any time off) and I was rushed to hospital. After hours of pain, I gave birth to a beautiful little girl who I named Amy-Rose.

A month later I was living with my aunt after my mum decided she couldn’t handle the thought of me being a mother. One night I opened the door with Amy in my arms to find James. He told me he had heard I had given birth and he had come back to be with me and our daughter.

I am now sixteen and living with James and my aunt still. And we all adore Amy, I know she will be a right Daddy's girl when she is older. I am also engaged to James and we plan to move out of my aunt's soon and get our own place to raise Amy in.



Hi, I just want to give you a brief summay of my story.

I found out that I was pregnant at the age of 14. Later, at the age of 17, my child's father was killed.
Today, I am 24 and my baby is 9. I am in my second year going for my Masters Degree in Social Work and I am a caseworker for the Department of Public Welfare in PA.



19 with two kids

I was 17 when I had my first child a son I was scared, and excited. I didn’t know how to be a mom but when I held him I knew I could never give him up. I lost a lot of friends, experiences, but I also gained a lot, to he is my best friend and I wouldn’t change it for any thing.

When my son was 8 months old I found out I was pregnant again holy *$#@ was my exact words. It was the scariest thing I thought I would have to deal with although my life isn’t easy I couldn’t change it for the world!!!


Single mum, twice the parent

I was fourteen when I first started having sex with Billy. By the time I was nearing my 15th I was pregnant, and terrified beyond measure.

Privately-schooled at a fee-paying all girls unit since I was three and brought up in a demure Roman Catholic household, I knew this wasn't going to blow over. When I saw the little blue line all I could thing of was "what will they say?" Academically I had disappointed my father, a neuro-surgeon at Stanmore, when it came to social elegance and beauty I never lived up to my mother's expectations and always, always I was living in the shadow of my older sister Prue; the pinnacle of perfection.

I told Prue first, and for once she wasn't the smarmy "oh my god!" sibling I'd grown accustomed to. I couldn't pluck up the guts to tell my parents so I got Prue to do it for me. I went to my friend Hannah's house and once I'd arrived I phoned my sister and asked her to calmly announce the news. They were more likely to behave rationally and calmly with Prudence around. Or so I thought. My dad stormed over to Hannah's, forced me in the car and drove me back. The minute I got in he was cursing every name under the sun and my mum was booking an abortion. And for the first time I put my foot down. I said no. I told them there were laws to protect them from violating my rights, those of my body and my baby.

So, mum sent me to Aunt Lorna's. She wanted nothing to do with my baby, or it and me would bring embarrassment upon our reputable household if ever the neighbors found out. My few friends and my parents’ colleagues were told I had been offered a place at a school in Bristol.

Leaving Billy was terrible. I cried for him and our baby nights and nights on end. But even though pregnancy brought out the worst in my parents, I saw my Aunt Lorna in a way I never had before. She was brilliant. She took me to the doctors for regular scans, found out my cravings, bought me trendy maternity outfits, looked up and discussed names and booked the birth with me. She held my hand throughout the entire labor, which was the most terrifying thing I'd ever experienced throughout my whole life.
Eventually at 8:28 am baby Lucie was born. Lorna phoned my parents but they didn't want to know.

Lucie is now nine months. Prue drops in regularly: she dotes on her niece. Lorna, as ever, is an angel. Billy on the other hand, revealing his true colors is now going out with another girl. But that doesn't matter 'cause Lucie is all I need.

I am doing correspondent work and am sitting my GCSE's in textiles, Spanish and I.C.T later this year.


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