How Being a Teen Mother Changed My Life: College Admission Essay Sample

“The slut! How could she be so stupid as to get “knocked up” at the age of 15?” “ That’s a real predicament for that young girl.” “ I hope the best for her but fear the worst.”

Those were just some of the judgments cast upon me secretly by some who knew me and openly by some who didn’t. Becoming pregnant at fifteen was no joke; I was presented with a real dilemma. It was an ethical dilemma that tested what I believed was right and what was wrong; it was also a dilemma that presented a few tempting options.

Upon learning that I was pregnant, my first instinct was to keep my baby. For one, I didn’t believe in abortion, and I had in the past judged the women who got abortions and pitied the souls that were aborted. I have always believed that if you were grown enough to have sex, you were grown enough to take care of a baby. Being the type of person who believed in taking responsibility for my actions and dealing with all of the consequences, keeping my baby would reflect my character.

Caring for a baby at a young age means sacrificing your childhood; it means living by someone else’s terms and putting that person first. It means you have to wisely manage your time for school, work, and, most importantly, your baby. It also means you are lucky to have a social life. Even though my mom didn’t have me at a young age, she still sacrificed for me; and if she could do it, I felt so could I. Knowing the love she has for me, I had a sense that all the sacrifices she made for me were worth it. I became excited at the thought of feeling as strong a love for someone as she feels for me.

As stated before, I don’t believe in abortion. As a pregnant teenager, you can’t help but consider abortion. I didn’t consider it because I believed in it, but simply because the option was there. Abortion seemed to me like a clean start, a chance to be more responsible and to make wiser choices.

The choice of abortion could bring back my childhood. It could bring back my freedom; it could bring my dreams a little closer to being achieved, but what else? An abortion could bring me back all those things, but what would take away my feelings of guilt, my shame, my thoughts of what my unborn child would’ve been like, the sadness in my baby’s daddy’s eyes, or the disappointment I and others would feel toward me? Nothing.

My baby is now eight months old. I can’t dream of being without him in my life. He isn’t so much of a baby now, as he is now growing up so fast and learning very rapidly how to get into everything. He has four teeth that hurt, one lonely dimple, a smile and laugh that melts my heart, and my undying and forever multiplying love.

The birth of my son made a huge difference in my life. His birth motivated me to try and be all that I can be so that I can provide a wonderful life for him. He has motivated me to go and continue my education in college. He has forced me to grow up and start making grown woman decisions and goals. I AM going to be SOMEBODY, and I know that the sky is the limit, and it is all because of my son.

My dilemma is one that is very common in this day and time, but not many teenage mothers come out as blessed as I did. The choice to keep my son is a choice that will never be regretted.