When My Daughter Became a Mother

The date was Wednesday, March 30th, 2016.  I sat along the edge of my bed munching on my nightcap – a Häagen-Dazs Vanilla Almond ice cream bar.  I was engulfed in tranquility being I had attended my regular bible study that evening as well.  I heard a knock on my bedroom door.  It was my daughter.  She entered my room and strongly suggested that I sit in my “Jesus chair,” the chair I sit in when I am studying the word, reading the word or praying.  Right then, I knew something serious was about to be said.  I replied “Nawwww, I think you better sit in that chair. I’ll stay right here.” With blankness in her eyes, she broke the news “Mama, I’m pregnant. “  I stared at the wall and said “This has got to be an April Fool’s joke.”  I turned to face her and tears were streaming down her face.  No, this was not an April Fool’s joke.

As a mom, I always rehearse in my head how I would react if my kids told me certain things, not really knowing if I would ever actually be in the situation.  Unexpected pregnancy was one of those situations. I didn’t want to be the kind of mom who exploded or reacted in anger or disappointment. I’ve come to learn that there are certain situations that are what I call “make or break” parenting moments. In these moments, how we respond as parents can potentially make or break our relationship with our children.  I pulled her to my bed and as she cried on my lap, I prayed for her and with her.  On the inside, I was filled with fear and anxiety because I didn’t want her to ever experience the hardships of single parenting, especially at the age of 20.

The next several months were challenging.  My daughter endured 12 weeks of sickness, weight loss, low iron, for which she had to get weekly iron infusions, and overwhelming emotions about becoming a mother.  One thing she said to me when she told me she was pregnant was “Mama, I am not going to put the responsibility of my baby on you.” Friends, she meant every word of that.   Despite her challenges, she transformed right before my very eyes.

On November 30th, 2016, my daughter gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Kylee.  Kylee’s birth didn’t instantly make my daughter a mother.  My daughter became a mother well before then. Her behavior changed.  Her attitude changed.  Her life changed all before she gave birth. On March 30th, the day we learned she was pregnant, her life became all about her baby and nothing less. That’s the day my daughter became a mother.   As I stood by her side and helped her deliver her beautiful daughter, I was filled with inexplicable joy! I know what it takes to be a mother, the rewards and sacrifices, and now, my baby girl was giving birth to her baby girl.  Three generations in one room, each depending on the generation before her.  Motherhood is a high calling, one that can only be filled through total reliance on God. After all, it was God who said in His word “Children are a gift from God; they are his reward.”  Psalms 127:3 TLB


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