When I gave birth to my son on September 6th, 2009, I was twenty-one years old and halfway
completed with my Bachelor's degree. The father of my child redacted his love from me upon
conception of our child. I was horribly frightened at the fact facing me: single motherhood. It
seemed as though someone had erected a tombstone upon my head, engraved "Died? Lost, Alone, and
Forget About it".
My life seemed to stop on flatline, but then I was resuscitated by the sight
of my newborn son. No one else's downcast eyes and shame for me mattered anymore; I was free from my
worries of rejection. My sole purpose came in focus to reveal that my son would be my
fresh drive to succeed in all things good for us. Him and I were then acquainted into a
powerful trio masterpiece with tons of love, respect, and peace. The bonding of me to my
son and my God have ultimately saved my life. I miss nothing; I have no regrets.I encourage moms around the world to live each day without regrets!