The Day I Told My Mom I Was Pregnant
It all started on a Sunday morning, a day that began with me feeling sick and ended with my mother disowning me. But what happened next turned everything around in a way I never imagined.
My name is Faith, and I’m a psychology major in college. Last fall, I met Glenn in our Intro to Research Methods class. At first, we were just study buddies, but there was something special about him.
From the very beginning, he had this amazing way of explaining things that made everything click in my mind. And his smile? It could light up the entire lecture hall!
“Faith, you’re staring again,” he’d tease, catching me lost in thought during our study sessions. My cheeks would flush bright red every single time.
“Can’t help it if you’re distracting,” I’d shoot back, and we’d both laugh, feeling like we shared the world’s best secret.
As the weeks went by, we started spending more time together. Coffee after class turned into hours at the diner, where we shared endless plates of waffle fries and swapped our life stories. Glenn told me about his childhood, running through fields and climbing trees, while I opened up about losing my dad when I was just five years old.
One night at the diner, as the neon lights flickered outside, he reached across the table, squeezed my hand, and said, “Your dad would be so proud of you, Faith, following your dreams and wanting to help people through psychology.” Those words made my heart swell.
The first time he kissed me was on the porch swing outside my mom’s house. I swear I saw stars! It felt magical, like something out of a movie. But when I finally told Mama about Glenn, she just pressed her lips together and said, “That’s nice, sugar. Don’t forget that big exam coming up.”
That’s my mom, Claudia. Ever since Daddy passed away, she devoted herself entirely to raising me. She loved nature and spent hours in the garden, surrounded by flowers. She never dated anyone else and didn’t seem interested in love again.
Sometimes, I’d catch her glancing at my dad’s photo with a look so wistful that it broke my heart. Once, I tried to ask her, “Mama, don’t you ever get lonely?”
“I’ve got you,” she replied, smoothing her skirt as if to remind me I was all she needed. “That’s all the company I need.”
Everything was smooth until one morning when I woke up feeling too sick to move. The thought of food turned my stomach, and panic began to creep in as I realized what those symptoms could mean. My hands shook as I opened the drawer where I had hidden a pregnancy test. When I finally saw two pink lines, I could only stare in shock.
Nineteen, still in college, and pregnant. My heart pounded as I paced my room, imagining how Mama would react. I was sure she’d never accept a child born out of wedlock. “This is going to ruin everything,” I thought, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.
For days, I hid in my room, dodging Mama’s meals and finding excuses to avoid her. “Faith, baby girl,” she called out one evening, “I made your favorite pancakes!”
“Thanks, Mama, but I already grabbed a granola bar,” I lied, guilt gnawing at me.
This charade continued until Thursday when she finally confronted me. She stood in my doorway, arms crossed, and that mom-stare fixed on me that I knew all too well.
“Since when do you skip my pancakes? And don’t think I haven’t noticed you running to the bathroom every morning,” she said, her voice firm.
“Just stressed about exams,” I muttered, trying to sound convincing.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “And that’s why you haven’t touched your coffee in days?”
Desperate to dodge her questions, I grabbed my backpack and rushed to the library, avoiding her worried gaze. But by Sunday, she wasn’t buying my excuses anymore. “Faith, honey, we’re going to be late for service!” she called, urgency in her voice.
At church, everything felt normal until the nausea hit me again, and Mama noticed immediately. She leaned in, her eyes narrowing. “Faith, what’s going on? You look pale.”
Unable to keep the secret any longer, I took a deep breath and whispered, “Mom, I need to tell you something. I’m pregnant.”
The silence that followed was unbearable. Mama’s expression shifted from shock to betrayal. She stood up, her voice trembling as she hissed, “Get out of this church and pack your things! How could you do this? You’ve shamed our family!” My tears blurred the pews as I stumbled toward the door, feeling like my world was crumbling.
But then, a familiar voice stopped me. It was Pastor James, walking toward us with a calm demeanor. “Claudia,” he said gently, “would you really abandon your daughter now? Isn’t this the time for grace and love?”
“She’s having a child out of wedlock!” Mama protested, her voice rising in anger.
“That shouldn’t matter, Claudia,” he replied firmly. “Remember when your husband passed? This congregation held you and Faith in love. Shouldn’t we do the same now?”
I watched as Mama’s face softened, her anger melting away. Moments later, we were hugging in the middle of the church, both of us crying as the congregation looked on in quiet understanding. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and I knew that love was stronger than fear.
Days later, Mama insisted on meeting Glenn and his family. “No more secrets,” she said, straightening my collar like I was still her little girl. I could see the determination in her eyes. Glenn drove us to his house, looking nervous but ready. When we arrived, the door opened, and there stood Pastor James, smiling widely.
I couldn’t help but laugh when Glenn called him “Dad,” and the pastor looked between us in surprise before breaking into a big grin. “The Lord sure does work in mysterious ways,” he chuckled, and I felt a warm sense of belonging wash over me.
Looking back now, I realize that blessings often come in the scariest packages. Mama has already started picking out baby names and knitting tiny booties. Just yesterday, she even mentioned, “You know, maybe it’s time I got out more. Mrs. Jones’ brother just moved to town…”
Life has a funny way of surprising you when you least expect it. Through it all, I learned that love can heal even the deepest wounds. What do you think of the story? Share your thoughts in the comments below!
