It's starts!

That pivotal moment when you realize you will be responsible for a life; you will be the one that molds and guides this individual into a masterpiece of art.
I was a very young mother; married at age sixteen and became pregnant in April of the same year. My mother did not explain anything about sex, or what to expect if and when the moment came for children. I was sick—morning, noon, and night for weeks, my husband smoked and the mere puff of that vile stick sent me running for the porcelain god.
We were living in a motel with a kitchenette, not a bad place but it was not what I expected for newlyweds. I would walk to the nearest ice cream shop and order a vanilla soft serve cone; slowly eat the cold creamy treat and then, in minutes the ice cream would make an unexpected revisit. I still had no clue what was wrong.