Balancing Act with Max

It’s 10:22pm and I am up.  I just finished another article for a freelance job.  My eye is twitching.  I don’t know if it is from sleepiness or stress.  Max is asleep.  I miss him even though he is in the next room spooning his blanket.

Max is my 8 month-old son.  Here’s the story.  I had a short, but sweet relationship with a man who decided to leave.  A month later I found out I was pregnant.

I was working at Long’s Drugs in addition to my full-time marketing position with a local mall to save up money to go to Europe again.  That night after work, I went to Wal-Mart to get the pregnancy test.  I didn’t want my fellow employees questioning me.

I took it the next morning, it was positive and I called my mom.  (Yes, 32 years-old at the time and I called my mom.)

“Is it so bad?”  She asked as I sobbed into the phone. 

No, I am going to have a baby. 

I got a hold of him, and he didn’t want anything to do with it.  That was ok.  I have a village to raise him.  I am the eldest of six children.

Max London means “the great”, “the great river”.  London is my favorite city.

He is a red-cheeky bundle of boy.  I adore him. 

I didn’t ask for money from his father, and I haven’t heard from him since the last time.  I can’t get any assistance from the state because I make too much money.  I have school loans, a car payment, an Old Navy credit card and I ate tuna fish for dinner every night this week. 

I am tired and broke, but I don’t care.  I love that kid. 

Amy Morgan has worked in live news, production, public relations and marketing.  A "jill of all trades" she has a great passion for photography, creative writing, reading and traveling.  Always on the go, her most important job is being Max's mom!

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