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From Fear to Faith: My Journey Through Motherhood

I've been reading a lot of blogs lately about motherhood. Some stories are joyful, others are raw and painful — all are real. As I grow older, I’ve felt a desire to share my own story. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. And while all mothers have something in common, each journey is unique in its own way.

A Mother at 15: The Beginning of Everything

I got pregnant at just 15 years old. Very early. Life's circumstances — and yes, bad choices — led me down that path. I was scared. I kept asking myself: Will I be able to care for a baby? Will I be a good mother? What do I have to offer when I have so little?

Worse, my family didn’t even know where I was. I was completely alone.

Then the baby came — a beautiful little boy. The doctor who delivered him said he was cute, and I held on to that. From that day forward, I’ve been proud of my son, who is now a father of three adorable children. He was my first light in a very dark time.

“My one and only son, now with a family of his own.”

Then Came My Daughter: A Second Chance

Soon after, I became pregnant again. I was still young, still naive, and still had no one to guide me. But when I gave birth to my daughter, I felt a different kind of joy. Still, fear returned — How will I raise two children on my own?

That’s when I finally reached out to my family. After years of no communication, they welcomed me back with open arms. It was their first time meeting their grandchildren, and it was love at first sight. Though they had little, their love and support meant everything.

Less than a year later, another baby came. This one almost arrived in a taxi — she was in such a hurry to meet the world! Despite the short time between births, I took care of them the best I could. I was young, but I had what they call a mother’s love — the strongest force in the world.

“My second daughter, born in chaos, raised in difficulties

She had been blessed with two adorable children, but the sad thing is she went early to the Lord when she was only 40 years old.  It devastated us all. (Covid was the culprit).

Life Wasn’t Easy, But We Kept Going

A few years later, I gave birth to my third child, at home with the help of a midwife. This daughter looked like me — unlike her siblings, who resembled their father. She was the baby of the family for a while and got plenty of attention. Her older siblings even helped care for her.

But life wasn’t always kind to us. Their father left for another woman, and I had to work hard to support them. I had no college education at the time, so earning enough was a struggle. That’s when I got the opportunity to work in Norway — a turning point in our lives.

There, I found my soulmate and the chance to go back to school. I studied and worked for years, all in a new language, to build a better future for my children.

It wasn’t easy. I cried. I sweated. I prayed. And I persevered.

“Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.” (Isaiah 40:31)

A New Chapter: Becoming a Mother Again

After many years, when I thought I was done having children, my husband — who had no children of his own — wished for one. And I was blessed again.