I’ll be 34 tomorrow and my oldest child is 16 years old. If you’ve done the math then you know I had her when I was 17 years old. Yep, I was a teen mom. No TV show, just reality. I’m a young mom that feels young at heart as well. A lot of times I get mistaken for the older sister. I call it damn good genes. My husband jokingly says it’s the way I dress.
I used to question what age I would be when I start dressing like a “mom”. My daily attire consists of skinny jeans, high tops, a t-shirt and pink lipstick. That’s just me. I may be a mom but I’m also someone who loves hip-hop. Not a day goes by that I’m not blasting Kanye West or Eminem.
I think I get it from my mom. She also had me when she was 17 years old. I kind of grew up with her. As a matter of fact my first concert was at Madison Square Garden with my mom to see Run DMC. I was about 6 at the time. My own mother is the one who taught me you don’t have to stop being who you are because you have kids.
I don’t recommend having kids at such a young age like I did but since I did I will admit that it helps me relate to them. I have a better understanding of what they’re going through, their likes and dislikes. They open up to me about things I don’t think they would feel comfortable talking about with me if I were older.