“Leader and king. That’s what my name means,” he proudly told his classmates. I named him Joshua Rey after Joshua, the man who took over after Moses died—and after my dad, who died from prostrate cancer five months after I gave birth to Joshua.
I was twenty-one when I got pregnant. I was on my way to an internship in a mental facility when I found out that I was pregnant. My family was against the relationship from the start, and I knew that I was in deep trouble. My parents had big dreams for me, and getting pregnant out of wedlock was definitely not one of them.
I remember crying, just looking at the young innocent soul that I brought into this harsh cruel world. I said sorry for bringing him to a place where there is chaos, confusion, and hate, when he could have been perfectly fine where he was. But I realized that things happen for a reason. This gift was given to me because God thinks I am capable to raise and rear a kid.
I have never loved anyone as much as I love Joshua, and I don’t think I ever will. Never have I ever imagined that my heart could love this much and love someone to a capacity beyond my imagination. I am thankful to God for giving me a chance to take care of Joshua. After being a mom, I cried a lot … but I laugh harder. I worry often, but I’ve never felt so certain, secure, and stable.I love you Joshua Rey. It is, and forever will be, about YOU!