I am a great aunt. Both mom and baby are doing well. In fact, the baby is absolutely gorgeous. It should be a moment to savor and to celebrate. Unfortunately, the father is my 17-year-old nephew. The mother just turned 15 within the last month, and my nephew and she are not even dating. This is not cause for celebration.
My nephew was a good kid. He is incredibly intelligent and has always been surrounded by a loving extended family. His mother and father, however, had a miserable marriage and ended up divorcing a bit too late. Over six years after they called things off, my nephew remains filled with rage at his father and life in general. We have seen him go from top of his class to failing almost everything and eventually dropping out of high school. In fact, he should have graduated last week. Instead, he gets to face parenthood.
My brother-in-law, the new grandfather, has tried to convince both new parents to put the baby up for adoption and give her a chance at a better life. The mother wants to wait to see if she can handle motherhood. Did I mention she was only 15 years old? Even with all the support in the world, how can someone that young handle motherhood? What’s worse is the fact that my nephew and the mother of his child are not even in any sort of relationship. This was literally a situation of scratching an itch or giving into teenage hormones.
I am not naive. I know that kids these days are more sexually active than most people realize. I know they are bombarded with sexual images and all sorts of pressure. I know that parents try to teach responsibility, or should be doing so. I could rant about the availability of condoms or putting daughters on the pill or better yet the shot so that there is no worry about missing pills. The fact is that no matter what I can say does not change the fact that two children did something completely stupid and irresponsible and are now faced with the result of their actions for the next 18 years.
As I see my nieces and in-laws celebrate the birth of this newest member of the family, I cannot help but feel tremendous heartbreak that such a talented child, one who had the whole world before him, would end up like this. My heart goes out to the young mother. She will be welcome into the family and given all the care and support we can give her, but her life has changed forever because of one bad decision on both their parts. At this point in time, I can only see the tragedy behind this entire situation.
. The resulting introspection can leave one emotionally drained, a complete shell of one’s previous self. Yet, if we do not do this periodically, how are we to grow? How are we to learn?


Last spring was the first time both children were involved in activities to a great extent: soccer on Monday, ballet on Tuesday, soccer on Wednesday, soccer on Thursday, piano on Friday, and Sunday school and soccer games on Sundays. In between those activities, we had school presentations and performances, end-of-year recitals, the school musical, and a business fair. Often, we were not sitting down to dinner until 7:30 PM or even 8 PM. Since we are out the door in the morning at 6:30 AM, the kids were going to bed immediately after dinner, while my husband and I rushed around, tidying things up and preparing for the next day. Towards the end, it was all either of us could do to muster enough energy to cook, let alone spend quality time together, not to mention the impact on work because we were continually leaving work earlier than normal to get the kids to the various activities on time.











