It might be just me but one of the things I love very best about having had my son so young is that the bond betwwen us is feircely strong.
Personally, I felt that we went through a lot of our "growing pains" together and while he was learnign about the world and himself, so was I.
I feel like he helped me to discover who I really was in life, who I wanted to be and was the most patient and loving of teachers.
Now, at eight and 25, we are beyond close and I often feel as though our hearts and souls share a bond even greater than that of mother and child, one of kindred soul to kindred soul.
I ache to hold him still, to touch him, I let him know everyday how amazing I think he is, how proud I am of him and how I miss him each second we apart. He is my very best friend in life and we often spend hours talking of our fears, our hopes, why the sun is yellow, whatever.
He is articualte, sensitive and most of all, he accepts me always as I am and has never wanted me to be anything other than that. In the darkest of nights, he was my light and my salvation.
He taught me the meaning of unconditional love, of perserverance, of self respect and gave me hope in life for if something as beautiful this could exsist, there had to be hope for humanity yet.
Anyway, that's my veiw of teenage motherhood and what it was for me.