I had a very hard childhood. I was raised by my stepdad's mother and never had the relationship with my mother or my moms side of the family till I was a lot older. It wasn't until I got pregnant with my daughter that I really grew close with my mother, because at the time she was my only support system.

I had my daughter young at 20 and for those of you who've had their daughters younger, you are extremely brave. Having her made me realize that I had to try hard to make a life for us. As a single mom I worked hard to get to the life I have now. My parents supported me for the first year of my daughter's life, I was struggling financially and physically that much.

Finally I decided I could do better and not fall into old patterns. I needed to find a better job, get better for my daughter. So I went from job to job trying to make enough to be financially stable enough.... but was I willing to lose the precious time with my daughter for a 9-5 job that still had me scraping the bottom of the barrel and living penny to penny??

.....THEN......

I met my fiance in Feb of 2020 and a year later found out I was pregnant with my son. And I knew right then I wanted to be able to be home with my babies. I wanted to give them the life I never had...