resilience – noun – the power or ability to recover readily from adversity.
There I was, standing in the doctor’s office alongside my mother and my highschool ‘beau’…standing there, with bated breath, awaiting the results of “the test.” A few eternities later, the nurse walked over and, with megaphone to mouth announced, “IT. IS. POSITIVE.” *cue the doom song*
In the days before all these fancy acronyms of OMG, LOL, ROTF, etc. I thought to myself, “OH MY GOD” because in that very instant, I could hear my mother’s heart literally rip away from her sternum and disperse into tiny little droplets that were now falling all over the cold, white floors in the doctor’s office.
At that very moment, my life was changed.
Over the next few days, I experienced some of the most emotionally grueling events that I’d ever faced up to that point of my life. Having to hear and see my mom sob in her bed and knowing that I was the source of that pain stung DEEP! You see, she had been a teen mom. Heck, she’d had me just 16 years ago at the age of 16 and life had NOT been a box of chocolates for her, for us, but here she was, just 32 years old and becoming a grandmother. Then there was the family meeting, the one where I had to tell my grandparents, that I too, had become another statistic. I can still replay every moment of that meeting in my mind, so much so, that as I type this, I can see my grandmother, God rest her soul, sitting at the dining room table with her face buried in her hands as she cried and shook her leg uncontrollably – up and down, up and down, up and down -I was lost in the movement. Actually, I was just LOST, but I understood. I mean, I truly understood. My grandparents had done everything in their power to raise me up right. Always there for me, in conjunction with my wonderful mother, to give me everything I needed. And I’d let them down. “Sorry,” wouldn’t cut it. I had to show them.
A few days later, after having dealt with the initial shock, my mother casually walked into my bedroom carrying a bowl of red seedless grapes and we shared them as we shared our thoughts. But, of all the things she said to me that day, of the utmost importance were these words, “I hope you know that my standards for you have not and will not change.” That might have been one of the most defining moments in my life. It was the moment that I realized that I could still make my mother and grandparents proud. That I would have to decide, at this moment, how my present would dictate my future, our future. And although I was highly inexperienced, in over my head and too young to be in the position I was in. I realized I wasn’t too young to bounce back. To recover. To be resilient!
And wouldn’t you know it, 6 1/2 years and a few bumps and bruises later, I did it!!! I handed my mother my Master’s Degree and she cried, we all did, sans my grandmother, who’d passed away 8 months before I’d received my Bachelor’s degree; but this time, I didn’t mind the tears. I didn’t mind them one bit!
Be resilient and reach for the stars!!!






Thank God for positive reinforcement in having a STRONG Black Family. Who would have thought, that you at 16 would get what mothers all around the world have been telling their daughters who end up in the same situation. Kudos! I am proud that you didn't let this stop you from getting and education or from becoming a great young mother. GOD does only what he can and all mistakes are not to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. One which I have watched bring our family loads of joy and laughter! I love you and I am proud to call you my niece.
Thank you Felicia!!! I'm grateful to have had the support system that I had!!! And boooooiii has she made us laugh, LOL!
I am so very proud of you!! As I read this article my eyes began to fill with tears! You truly are a great example of a Resilient Woman in more ways than one
Thank you Tif! I really appreciate that…means a lot to me!
~ Candis
I believe that one sentence needs to be said to more young women who find themselves in such a position. I heard something else entirely, something so opposite from what your mother shared with you and that one phrase my mother spoke to me was equal in weight on my heart for many years. Although I do not blame my mother for my lack of direction I cannot help but wonder if she would have spoken that same phrase that your mother had, if I wouldn't have kept moving forward instead of staying in one place?
I am glad to say that I have been moving forward for several years now and am very close to completing my bachelors degree (and immediately applying to grad programs). And reading something like this now and again inspires me to keep it movin.
Nicole – Congratulations on your upcoming graduation (and the one after that…and, if you so choose, the one after that, LOL)!!! Whatever it was that was spoken to you, I'm glad it didn't stagnate you and that you are now in a better position to help other young moms!!!
~ Candis
Candis, your story is beautiful! I was 18 when I got pregnant. I told my mother as soon as I had my confirmation from Planned Parenthood. That first day, she held me as I cried, but then every time I walked into a room that she was in, I held her as she cried. I told her that it was going to be okay. I had to believe in myself, because everyone else had a hard time believing in me. It was heart wrenching to see my mother, who I rarely saw cry, sob the way that she did. I pushed through and I graduated with my Bachelor’s. I decided to have more babies, so my last baby is a little older, I will be going back for my Master’s. However, even though 18 was a long time ago for me, I can remember the pain like it was yesterday. Congratulations for getting through! I shared your story with my FB group and I know that a number of my girls will be inspired by you!
Carmen,
Thank you so much (also thanks for joining The Teen Mommy on FB)! I certainly hope at least one of your girls will be inspired!