Breaking the New

Breaking The News

Seven years ago was one of the most terrifying times in my life, because seven years ago is when I first told my mom I was pregnant.

It all started on April 21, 2006, when I missed my cycle, which was unusual because this had never happened before. I knew what may have been wrong, and I knew there was only one way to know for sure; so I frantically drove to the store to buy a pregnancy test.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, holding the pregnancy test that clearly displayed a positive sign, I wondered how I would tell my mom and how I would make it as a teen mother. I knew I had to tell her sooner than later because there was no way I could hide this for long.

The next was an unusual day, my mom was in a super good mood, so she offered to take me shopping. At first, I was hesitant because I still didn’t know how I would break the news to her, but then I thought since she’s in such a delightful mood this may be the perfect time.

Riding in the car, as we got closer, I became more nervous. As we approached the parking lot I knew that this was it, I had to tell her. She slowly pulled into the parking space, shifting the car into park. As she gathered her purse and did a last minute mirror check, I nervously murmured that there was something important I had to tell her. She stopped what she was doing to show me that I had her full attention. With tears rolling down my face, I slowly turned to her, took a deep breath, and quietly uttered that I was pregnant.

I could see the disappointment and confusion in her face as she tried to process what I had just told her. Her confusion quickly turned to anger as she began to rant on about how I was too young to be a mom, how disappointed she was, and how irresponsible I had been. She was so upset that she wasn’t in the mood to shop anymore, so we quickly left.

The ride home seemed to be the longest ride of my life, as she continued her rant. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but my mind...