I’m Not Proud of My Children

Twenty-three years ago today, I underwent the single most life-altering event I would ever experience. In a matter of minutes, I transitioned from girl to mother. Looking back…I was the furthest thing from an adult at 21. All of the aspects of my life that I thought made me an adult at that time proved to be nothing more than the equivalent of playing dress up in my mom’s closet. I had a full time job, I had lived on my own (although I moved back in with my parents during my pregnancy), I had saved a decent amount of money, I had graduated high school and gone to college, I paid my own bills, and I certainly looked like a young adult…but in terms of maturity…I was still a child. I was a child having a baby. A lonely, scared child. My life was full of love, support, and help from my family and my closest friends…but at the end of the day, I knew that this baby was mine. Mine alone. Mine to love. Mine to care for. Mine to provide for. Mine to mess up. Mine.


Sandi Sutton
Sandi Sutton
Sandi Sutton is a wife, mom of 5, writer and photographer. She is navigating life, and writing about it at SandiSutton.com, while leaning hard on grace with JESUS by my side.

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