From the hit shows, “The Secret Life of an American Teenager” and “16 and Pregnant” one can get an inside look at the trials and tribulations of having a child at a young age. Although fairly common, the stigma surrounding this cultural circumstance is unbearably negative. No, it is not ideal for anyone. That’s a given. However, it most certainly does not mean a life sentence of sadness, misfortune, and regret. Take it from me, my parents were 18 years old when I came into this world.

I can’t imagine the thoughts and fears that came with my family with the news of my existence. That’s not the story I am here to tell, though. Mine comes after the initial shock and the following nine months of pregnancy that brought upon swollen feet and cravings of canned spinach and mashed potatoes. My story is one of unequivocal happiness in the most unlikely of circumstances. An accident turned into this unique life that I can proudly call my own.

In referring to my childhood, my grandma often says “You were raised by a village”. It’s true. The support that surrounded me was incredible. If it wasn’t my parents, then it was my grandparents. If it wasn’t my grandparents, then it was my uncle. If it wasn’t my uncle, then it was my parents’ closest friends. They were all there to ensure that my well-being was tended to.

Here’s a more in-depth look to my “village” --

My grandparents – I’ve probably spent more extended time with mine than most. Every time we were in public, they were always called my parents. Little me always thought that was the funniest thing. After a while, we would just go along with it because explaining it wasn’t worth the time. We share truly unique adventures from the mountains to the sea. From them, I learned the importance of passion and kindness.

My uncle – Apparently saying “Anthony” was too complicated, so I shortened “uncle” to “Unc”. It stuck. Being my dad’s younger brother, he was still in high school when I came about. I spent time at his wrestling meets, often helping him “warm up” on the mat. His friends adopted the title of uncle as well. Unc, Uncle Matt, and Uncle Jared would spend time taking funny pictures of me and going along with whatever imaginative game I had in mind. From him, I learned the importance self-confidence and education. (Not to mention picking up some stellar crowd-pleasing dance moves for weddings)

My parents’ closest friends – They are part of my favorite childhood memories. Of course, at times they could have gone without the stress and responsibility of having me around, but I never heard them fuss. They may not realize what an impact they had on me, but I hope this gives them more of an idea. I also like to think that to an extent I gave back to them by helping to shape the future parents that they would become. From them, I learned the importance of laughter and how to be an admirable friend.

My parents – Last, but certainly not least. Keeping me was in no way the easiest path to take. I commend them greatly for their courage and willingness to give me a wonderful life. Plus, not only did they take after me, but they still found the time to pursue careers that they are each outstanding at. Mom and dad, I don’t tell you enough that I am proud to have you as my parents. I wouldn’t want it any other way. We make one heck of a team. From you, I have learned more than I could stand to type.

In the blurring of lines between family and friends, I learned lessons of life and love that go beyond my years. Each person has shaped a part of who I am. No matter how much they thought they were screwing up, they succeeded. I’m not another grievous statistic about teen pregnancy. I am a junior in college who has been a notable athlete and student.

People will continue to be in awe of finding out my parents’ age and I will continue to smile, reminding them of the beautiful outcome that can arise from an initially daunting circumstance.