My first and only pregnancy came as a surprise as I approached 40. Up until that point, I had lived carelessly at best, never focusing on a career or acting like anything mattered. When I met my baby though, everything changed forever.
Unfortunately, the average age for pregnancy is much lower, and too many women are not as profoundly changed as I was. They continue mistreating their bodies, dating casually and mismanaging their lives completely. Drugs, alcohol and immaturity rule the lives of most young mothers today. This leads to their children growing up in unstable homes at best, but most turn out as irresponsible and out of control as their mothers.
Public housing, school systems and welfare programs all bear the burden of this unhealthy and seemingly unstoppable cycle.
I am aghast at how little having a baby alters these women, when it should really turn everything around for them. They act like a child is a disposable asset, barely useful for anything more than an increase in their monthly benefits.
I shudder to think of kids two or three generations from now, when this behavior is considered the norm and the effects of it have completely taken over society. In the meantime, I cherish the job of nurturing my little one, and trying to make her world a better place.