The Day I Told My Mom I Was Pregnant
The day I revealed my pregnancy at church started with a wave of morning sickness and ended with my mom disowning me. But what happened afterward changed everything in ways I never expected.
My name is Faith, and I’m a college student majoring in psychology. Last fall, I met Glenn in our Intro to Research Methods class. At first, we were just study buddies, but 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 whole lecture hall! I remember the first time he caught me staring at him during a lecture.
“Faith, you’re staring again,” he’d tease, and my cheeks would turn 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 semester went on, we started hanging out more. We’d go for coffee after class, and soon we were spending hours at the diner, sharing endless plates of waffle fries and swapping 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. It felt like fireworks were going off in my chest. I swear I saw stars! 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 mama, Claudia. Ever since my dad passed away, she devoted herself entirely to raising me. She loved nature and spent hours in the garden. 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 going smoothly until one morning when I woke up feeling too sick to even 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 raced as I paced my room, imagining how my mom 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 went on 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 sharp.
“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 escape her questions, I grabbed my backpack and rushed to the library, avoiding her worried gaze. But by Sunday, she was not buying my excuses anymore. “Faith, honey, we’re going to be late for service!” she called, urgency in her tone.
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?”
Unable to keep the secret any longer, I 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!” my mom protested, her voice rising.
“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 my mom’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.
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 can see that blessings often come in the scariest packages. And Mama? She’s already 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…”
I never thought I’d find myself in such a whirlwind of emotions, but life has a funny way of surprising you. 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!
