Her book (coauthored with Sara Dorman) is called "I'm pregnant...now what?" and is meant to be an encouragement for women who are dealing with a crisis pregnancy.Maybe it can help you find the support you need to make such a hard decision? This is not an easy place to be in your life and I greatly sympathize. An unplanned pregnancy can be all kinds of things, but mostly at such a young age, it's just plain scary.
Yes, this lady is right, just plain scary. I have been thinking about the
young lady and wondering if I have done her justice. (Let me call you Sue for now)
Sue, I will speak with you on the phone, chat with you online, whatever you feel comfortable with. Let me tell you something that I have noticed from watching others in your situation. The young lady is always frightened to tears but she does eventually tell her parents. Her parents freak out and spend a few days or weeks terribly upset, not at the daughter herself, but at the opportunities lost. But EVERY SINGLE TIME, they fall in love with that baby and they couldn’t imagine life without him or her.
I speak from experience. When my son and his girlfriend told me that they were pregnant, I already knew what I have just told you so I chose to skip the tears and worrying and go straight to acceptance and I began loving that baby right away. She is now 3 and half years old and she is the most beautiful thing you could imagine. I am going to post a picture of her before I post this thing so you can scroll down and see her.
As difficult as it seems right now, there will come a day when you will have gotten past this. If you choose to have an abortion, make sure that it is YOUR decision alone because you are the one that this will affect the most. Never, ever, let anyone bully you into a decision of such magnitude. If you want to keep the baby, trust me, your family will learn to love that child.
But the first thing you have to do is speak to an adult that you can trust, get the book that the lady mentioned...I haven’t read it but I trust that she knows of what she speaks. If you are afraid to email me directly for some reason, send another comment and we will stay in touch. As a matter of fact, I will post my phone number for you to call me if you think that will help. Please let me know if you want me to, I don’t want to put it up there for no reason at all.
I don’t know how much help any one person can be but I can make you one promise that you can take to the bank...one day, you will be past this and your life will get back to “normal”. This is one of those little surprises that life has in store for us, there will be more. One day, if you stay true to yourself, you will look back and say, “What was I so afraid of?” Don’t be afraid of life, it’s a beautiful thing.
And like I said, if you want me to, I’ll post my phone number for you. Or, send me yours and I will call you. (I hope you’re easier to get in touch with than Mandi is! Girl, I’m still trying!)
Anyway, I promise, you will be fine. Now take a look at the pretty little thing that I got when this happened to my son and God Bless.
You know, my sister-in-law sent me something that I think I will post for you, Sue:
The Necklace
The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?" Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma." As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace. Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green. Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?" "Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favorite." "That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper." "That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy! loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. "What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?" Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, daddy, this is for you." With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure. So it is, with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures.
Don’t settle for anything less than you are worthy of and you are worthy of so very much. 17 is young...you have your entire life in front of you.
Get in touch with me soon. I know I can help you.
Meg
Yes, this lady is right, just plain scary. I have been thinking about the
young lady and wondering if I have done her justice. (Let me call you Sue for now)
Sue, I will speak with you on the phone, chat with you online, whatever you feel comfortable with. Let me tell you something that I have noticed from watching others in your situation. The young lady is always frightened to tears but she does eventually tell her parents. Her parents freak out and spend a few days or weeks terribly upset, not at the daughter herself, but at the opportunities lost. But EVERY SINGLE TIME, they fall in love with that baby and they couldn’t imagine life without him or her.
I speak from experience. When my son and his girlfriend told me that they were pregnant, I already knew what I have just told you so I chose to skip the tears and worrying and go straight to acceptance and I began loving that baby right away. She is now 3 and half years old and she is the most beautiful thing you could imagine. I am going to post a picture of her before I post this thing so you can scroll down and see her.
As difficult as it seems right now, there will come a day when you will have gotten past this. If you choose to have an abortion, make sure that it is YOUR decision alone because you are the one that this will affect the most. Never, ever, let anyone bully you into a decision of such magnitude. If you want to keep the baby, trust me, your family will learn to love that child.
But the first thing you have to do is speak to an adult that you can trust, get the book that the lady mentioned...I haven’t read it but I trust that she knows of what she speaks. If you are afraid to email me directly for some reason, send another comment and we will stay in touch. As a matter of fact, I will post my phone number for you to call me if you think that will help. Please let me know if you want me to, I don’t want to put it up there for no reason at all.
I don’t know how much help any one person can be but I can make you one promise that you can take to the bank...one day, you will be past this and your life will get back to “normal”. This is one of those little surprises that life has in store for us, there will be more. One day, if you stay true to yourself, you will look back and say, “What was I so afraid of?” Don’t be afraid of life, it’s a beautiful thing.
And like I said, if you want me to, I’ll post my phone number for you. Or, send me yours and I will call you. (I hope you’re easier to get in touch with than Mandi is! Girl, I’m still trying!)
Anyway, I promise, you will be fine. Now take a look at the pretty little thing that I got when this happened to my son and God Bless.
You know, my sister-in-law sent me something that I think I will post for you, Sue:
The Necklace
The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?" Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma." As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace. Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green. Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?" "Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favorite." "That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper." "That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy! loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. "What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?" Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, daddy, this is for you." With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure. So it is, with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures.
Don’t settle for anything less than you are worthy of and you are worthy of so very much. 17 is young...you have your entire life in front of you.
Get in touch with me soon. I know I can help you.
Meg
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