Last night, @STEPPSboston and @TheYoungMommy joined forces to host the first Live Twitter Chat on the @STEPPSboston twitter feed. Young parents, near and far, joined the chat by using the hashtag #YPsupport.
After becoming a mom at 20, Tara decided to turn her personal story into a movement to create more opportunities for other young mothers. She is a avid blogger, posting daily on the thrills and challenges of being a 20something mom at TheYoungMommyLife.com, one of the top blogs on the web for young moms.
We knew Tara was the perfect person to host our first chat. Being a teen/young parent is tough and sometimes, you just feel like you are alone in this world battling all the challenges on your own. However, last night we saw that the online community is an amazing source of support.
Throughout the 90 minute chat, young parents asked Tara 15 questions related to teen parenthood, education, postpartum depression, and the advantages of building an online support system. Here is the first question and answer session:
Between each question, young parents were given the opportunity to chat more with Tara, ask subquestions, and show each other true support. It was truly phenomenal to see how many young parents connected and shared their own experiences in hopes of helping others. Thankfully, social media has changed how young parents are perceived because it has given them a new platform to share their stories with the world.
If you would like to read the entire twitter chat, search #YPsupport on twitter.
Thank you to
@sugarplumplum1 @AriellaFaith @JazzyJ1112 @lovebirthllc @Cristianamihael @kaishax23 @Maira56254886 @Shaleaka23 @coolguymorales @Maira56254886 @colonxjp @GloriaMalone @MzTai84 @NatashaVianna @jandellyvonne @SeedsMommySoul for joining the chat! We hope to see you there again next week!
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I often think back to myself at 19…scared, pregnant, and alone. How beautifully unaware I was, attempting to make sense of the complicated situation I was facing. I look back at the challenges I have faced parenting young and have no idea how the hell I made it through. I had no idea how to change a diaper, care for a colicy newborn, or how to deal with a temper tantrum in CVS with a newborn who throws herself on the ground while screaming at the top of her lungs. Am I the only one?
For a long time I was suffocating parenting young, letting the pressures and stress of raising a young child consume my spirit. I was trying so hard to fit myself and my situation in those that I would see, but it seemed the harder I tried the more I failed. It was so easy for me to identify my faults and imperfections than to embrace my individuality and strength in being a parent. I wasn’t good enough is what I told myself. And it was as if society was silently telling me this as well. That I would never fully bloom being a young parent. For a long time I felt like the world was against me. But I pressed on. In my head I had no other choice.
Fast forward to almost seven years later and I am here writing this post as my six year old daughter is snorely awfully loud next to me. Is life perfect? I threw out the idea of perfection a long time ago. Look at my daughter’s smile, listen to her laugh, watch her dance. She is everything I never knew I could help create. I can look back at my struggles working fulltime, being a single mom, and being a fulltime student, commuting with a two year old back and forth for an hour and a half every morning and evening for over six months. Walking home from a snowstorm holding a sleeping toddler. Head slung low as I walked into a food pantry because I couldn’t afford enough food for myself and my child. What I have gone through, the tears, the struggle, the doubt has all made me a better woman and mother.
While parenting young has presented its fair share of challenges, those aren’t what I dwell on. I focus on all the happiness and joy having a child young has provided me. I focus on the day in swimming class she is able to swim under water on her own. I focus on her in her winter play singing all the words to her classes song in Spanish. I focus on her reading a book all by herself. These memories, these memories are what parenting is all about for me. Every day I make a decision on how I want to parent my daughter. And every day I wake up wanting and willing to be the best Mother I can be, and my age has nothing to do with the love I have for my daughter.