If I could write a letter to myself at the age of sixteen I would want to tell myself to be patient. Boys are not the world, and to focus on school. I would want to tell myself that I would get pregnant right at the end of high school and to prepare myself by getting a job, the next guy I would meet would be the man I would marry and to just focus on my schoolwork and to get into the college I had wanted to go to. Even though I was going to have a baby so young didn’t mean I couldn’t still live my dreams.
I guess that is pretty much it. I am only 24, married with two kids. So as of right now I don’t know what else I could tell myself. Maybe that I should have enjoyed my first baby when she was a baby and not have been so preoccupied with myself and thinking MY time and MY life was more important because her first year went so fast I missed it. When my second baby came I made sure to just relax, dishes could wait.