Hi,I'm Meagan,known by my friends as Panda,I'm 17,and I am a mom of a 2 month old baby. I have a little girl,her name is Kaela Aubrey. This is my very first baby and I and my husband both love her so very much. I am happily taken by my 15 year old husband Matthew Aubrey. We're married. I love him soooooo much,words can not express. So I am happy and perfectly fine with having a beautiful baby to have and to hold and to love forever with him. People on this site seem to love to say rude things about me being married to a 15 year old,but atleast I'm married and still with my baby's daddy. Do you have any idea how rare it is for teen Dad's to stick around? They also like to pick at me for being a teen mom,but you want to know something, I kept the baby,so why am I still a bad person? I was pressured sooo much by people in my family to abort Kaela and I didn't. Older parents frown on teen parents,but you wanna know something? I can bet you everything I have some where down their family tree,there are teen parents,even teens getting married. What if your children decided to have children in their teens? Does that automatically make them a mistake? I'm very proud to be married to a 15 year old,and to have had a baby at 16. I don't smoke (at all),drink, or abuse and substances in any way. I'm addicted to love, and I have a beautiful daughter and wonderful husband to dedicate all of my love to. Hate all you want. You aren't going to alter my life any.
^Made by Richelle ♥Lee
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I was created to be a mother. The love that fills my heart and seeps through my veins at the mere thought of my daughter is overwhelming. It swallows me whole, and suffocates me in it's tender, loving embrace. Being a mother has opened my eyes, and my heart, to a world beyond myself. A vast new realm of possibilities and emotions I never imagined I would be capable of. The fact that my daughter, whose whole existence is drenched in innocence, can hold every piece of my heart amazes and humbles me. The thought that she grew and developed inside of me, that she depended on me for every aspect of her newly formed life, brings me to my knees in awe struck wonder. I am a mother. I live, breathe, and die for my children. This was my fate, my destiny. I was made to be 'Mommy'.