Gratitude.. Use it to get more of the Good Stuff!

Get on the Gratitude band wagon!

I’ve just started to prepare for Thanksgiving next week. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I have to cook or host anyone at my house, thank God.. But I do make a mean green bean casserole and me and the kids enjoy making Thanksgiving themed projects to give as gifts to all the houses that we visit.

gratitudeYou never really know what’s gonna go down at my family’s house, though. after everyone’s in a food coma and a little tipsy drunk.

If it’s a good year, we all end up playing Cards Against Humanity and laughing until we’re crying. Have you played CAH? Seriously, so fun. There’s nothing better than watching the grown ups get super embarrassed when they pick up cards like “the clitoris” and “sharing needles”. The best is when they don’t know what a word means. I’ll never forget having to publicly explain to my mom, in detail, with drawings, what the word “taint” is. That’s just something no daughter should EVER have to do.

Thanksgiving definitely has the ability to turn real bad, real fast, though. For instance, if you bring home a boy that your mother doesn’t approve of. Just ask my sister, she’ll never get over that Thanksgiving.

But family drama aside, I just LOVE Thanksgiving because everybody and their brother jumps on the Gratitude band wagon. All of a sudden, in the same week, everyone is grateful and happy.

But it’s no coincidence that the happiness soon follows the gratitude, there’s a big reason for it and THAT is exactly what I’m talking about in today’s video.

So check it out and tell me what ya think!


Also, I want to know what YOUR family does for Thanksgiving.. Are they as crazy as mine? Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? If not, you NEED it!

Let me know in the comments below 🙂


With gratitude, <3 Danielle

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From High school to Motherhood: 6 Things to remember during your Teen Pregnancy

We came across a fantastic new blogger, Alyssa, and were so inspired by the positive spin she is putting around her teen pregnancy.

high school motherhoodThis girl is what Young Moms Club is all about and we’re so grateful that she offered to be a guest blogger and honestly and vulnerably share her story and advice.

Whether you’ve experienced high school motherhood or not, her story will inspire you and I’m sure you’ll fall as much in love with her as we did….


Sometimes life does not go the way you planned. I’m not talking about being late for work one day, or not passing your drivers ed test, or Victoria Secret running out of that super cute pair of underwear in your size. Sometimes life takes you down roads you never thought would exist for you. But often you’ll find if life leads you there, it’s where you’re meant to be.

In high school I had a pretty great experience. I had lots of friends, an amazing boyfriend, some wonderful opportunities to participate in musical productions, and so on and on. Life was amazing and everything seemed to be going the way I wanted. Until my life changed, literally for the rest of my life, my senior year.

The year had just started; my senior year in high school. The year you look forward to and cannot WAIT to experience. I was about 3 months into my Senior Year when I began to feel different. Something was definitely not right. I was tired out of no where and all the energy I was so used to having felt like it had been sucked from my body. It was a nearly IMPOSSIBLE task for me to get up and I had to force myself out of bed everyday. I was so confused. What is wrong with me? I started to think I had come down with some kind of flu or illness because in the days that followed I lost my appetite and felt nauseous almost daily. I had never been this sick or tired in my life. A week or so after, the nausea left, but the exhaustion did not. I would go to bed so early and still woke up feeling like I’d slept on a bed of nails. Eventually though the tiredness subsided as well, so I figured it was over and done with.

A month or so had passed and I was counting down the days until my 18th birthday. But I was also counting up the days my period had been late. At this point it had only been a week or so behind, which happened often since my period was usually irregular. But by the time two more weeks had passed and my birthday was around the corner, I began to worry. The daunting thought had passed my mind several times, but I wouldn’t bring myself to entertain the crazy idea that I could be pregnant, and not even 18 yet. I pushed the thought from my mind and promised myself if I turned 18 and still hadn’t gotten my period, I would discuss it with Steven and we would figure it out together.

Let me talk about Steven for a minute. You want a man who is unwavering and loyal, amazing and compassionate, supportive and loving, that’s him. Of all the fears I had with the possibility of a teen pregnancy, not once did I fear he would leave or refuse to help me, no matter my decision. He has been there for me since we were kids in Jr. High. A good friend, great listener, and always my secret admirer.

When most girls would be excited for their huge 18th birthday, I dreaded it. As the days crept closer, so did the horrific realization that I had been worried about the past 2 and half months. On the day of my birthday, Steven came over to my house and picked me up for a surprise Disneyland Day. He bought me a pair of jeans that I loved the second I saw. He knew exactly what I liked. They were the right color, fit, and size. I went upstairs to try them on and sure enough they were pretty snug, almost to the point of not buttoning. My heart jumped to my throat and my heart started to pound. What is happening? How can this be? I wiggled into the pants and changed into a looser top so no one would see just how tight these were around my mid section. The whole ride to Disneyland I was silent. I knew eventually Steven and I would need to find out once and for all, though deep down I knew what was coming.

After a day of fun at Disneyland, reality sank in. My 18th birthday had come and gone and sure enough I had yet to receive that long awaited visitor. We decided that night we would go buy a test. I waited in the car while Steven bought it. I couldn’t bear the thought of someone we knew seeing us both there purchasing a pregnancy test. After what felt like an eternity, Steven hurried into the car with a bag in hand. I couldn’t believe we were at this point. Right now in the beginning of high school and the prime of our lives. We went back to my house and I went straight upstairs to the bathroom. I will never forget that feeling of sitting and waiting for a couple measly lines to appear on a plastic stick to determine the rest of your life. Three minutes is an awfully long time to sit and contemplate exactly what you’re doing and what might change the minute I stepped out of my bathroom.

I grabbed the stick and took one glance. Did I really think it would be anything other than what we dreaded? I shoved it into my purse, along with the box and instructions and stepped outside the bathroom onto the hall banister. I gave Steven a look that only he could understand and we headed for the front door. The minute we stepped outside I began to cry. How could this be? We were always so careful. Steven never moved from that spot until I stopped crying. I pulled myself together and we walked down the street a long ways away from my house. We threw away any evidence in a trash can outside of a stranger’s house.

The walk back took an hour? Two hours? I’m not even sure. The amazing thing about Steven is he was my boyfriend and best friend all in one. We could talk about literally anything.  We talked about our options, the pros, the cons, our family’s, etc. What would everyone say? How would I still go to school and have this baby? We eventually decided on an appointment to Planned Parenthood. I needed to find out how far along I was and talk to someone other than family.

Planned Parenthood is a scary place to say the least. All the workers are curt and make you feel uneasy. Everything is barred and locked and requires codes. The nurses are rude and to the point. I wanted to leave the second we got there, but I needed answers. When they called my name I asked if Steven could come back with me. A rude short nurse told me “No. No men. Put your stuff in the locker and come with me.” I did as I was told and reluctantly followed. I was taken to a cold, dimmed room and was told to strip and change into a cloth nightgown. I waited anxiously for what seemed like hours before a nurse came back with my urine test results. I was definitely pregnant. A little while later a different nurse came in, this one was licensed to perform an ultrasound. She asked if I wanted to know if it was twins or just one. Some women go in for abortions and don’t want any information. Of course I wanted to know, I was curious. She told me it was just one and I looked about 11 weeks. Then she looked at me very seriously and asked me “Do you want to see your baby?” This took me by complete surprise. It was the first time I had heard someone else say it. Baby. My Baby. Up until this point I hadn’t looked at it as a baby, but a nuisance and something I had been stressed about for weeks. I didn’t know what I wanted. I did manage to say that I DID want to see. This was it. She turned the screen to face me and there it was. This little alien that looked no bigger than a banana maybe. I could see it’s head, some little things that looked like fingers and toes. She let me look for a minute or two and turned off the screen. She left the room and told me someone would be in to talk about my options and I could get back in my street clothes.

Those couple minutes of waiting gave me a lot to think about. I had just seen my baby. This real living thing growing inside of me. I hadn’t intended for it to be there, but it was. Happy, and thriving, and absolutely beautiful. I cried to myself and managed to compose myself before the knock on the door. She discussed my options quickly and gave me her card in case I wanted to come back. You can guess for what. I walked right into the waiting room and straight to Steven as my eyes began to water. “I saw it.” I managed to choke out. “It’s 11 weeks and it’s beautiful”.

As we pulled out of the parking lot of Planned Parenthood we saw a small building not far from us. The banner above said “Pregnancy Resource Center”. We decided to stop by and see what it was about. We walked in to see the two smiling faces of older women secretaries. I told them I didn’t have an appointment, but I was curious what they offered. They had us wait for only a few minutes before an older woman called me back. She explained she was a sort of therapist and I could tell her anything I wanted about my situation. After I talked to her she explained that they offered free ultrasounds and prenatal vitamins if I was interested. I told her I would talk it over with my boyfriend and sure enough we went back a few weeks later. I had an ultrasound and they told me they had a good idea of the gender. I requested Steven to come in and they were more than happy to allow it. Steven held my hand as the nurse explained we would be having a beautiful baby boy who appeared to be growing and developing perfectly. The tears were no longer worry or fear, but happiness. They gave us a HUGE gift basket of little boy things. Blue teddy bears, diapers, a blanket that Jackson still has to this day, and several other little trinkets. For the first time this felt okay. I felt like it was going to be okay. Every thing I was afraid of melted away in that moment. I was carrying my child. My beautiful son. OUR son.

We kept it a secret for a long time. Mostly because we were afraid of what our families would say. NONE of them would see this one coming. I didn’t show for awhile. I got away with loose tops and sweaters since it was Winter and still chilly, but when February rolled around bringing the warmth and my fifth month, I began to grow. My stomach looked like a perfectly round basketball. Rumors had begun to spread around the school. “Alyssa looks bigger, just in her stomach” or “Alyssa is always sick and they’re never at school”. Obviously it spread like wildfire. As dreadful as it was, it was time to tell the truth. It couldn’t be just our secret anymore. We told my younger sister first. I was close to her then and I knew of everyone we would eventually HAVE to tell, we may as well have the first reaction be one of happiness and excitement. She was thrilled when we told her and she managed to keep it from our family and friends for a few days. This was the jump start we needed. As we told each of our families, I wish I could say it got easier. Our families were shocked. I was pregnant, almost seven months along by then! Not only was I telling them “Hey we’re having a baby.” it was also “And it’s a boy and he’ll be here in 3 months”.

young pregnant coupleAfter our families accepted our decision and this new member, it was easier to take on. We posted it on Face Book for all the world to see. Friends and students knew and were happy for us. I continued going to school, sickness, swollen feet, big belly, and all. I went to prom 7 months pregnant and Steven rubbed my swollen feet for hours afterward. I graduated 8 months pregnant, with Steven by my side. We planned a huge baby shower the week after graduation. So many of our friends and family came. Our boy was already so loved and spoiled, which made everything seem right. Almost a month to the day we graduated, our Jackson was born.

July 4th, 2012 was an amazing day for us. I gave birth to the most amazing gift and our lives began to shape from that moment on. We went from Steven and Alyssa to Mommy and Daddy to this new little stranger everyone had already fallen in love with. He was perfect. Long and healthy, and cuddly to boot.

It’s remarkable to me, to look back at all the choices I’ve made. All the things I did or didn’t do. The roads I did or did not take. Every one of those triumphs and obstacles eventually led me to Jackson. I’m convinced he was meant to be here. He is the light of my life, and Steven’s too. He didn’t make life easier, but he did make it better. He gave me something to wake up to, something to better myself for. This was not something I planned, but it’s not something I would ever change. He’s been with us for two years now and I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been. Being a mother is such an amazing experience and it’s made me grow and become such a different person. He is not an easy responsibility and he gave Steven and I a lot to think about. We grew up earlier than most, but I can’t say it’s not worth it all. Because it is. When he holds my hand to show me something he’s proud of, when he sings with me in the car, when he wants me to kiss a cut he gets from the park. To watch him and Steven together is the greatest thing of all time. Their bond is inseparable and like nothing I ever dreamed of being a part of.

I mostly wanted to share my story because I know from my own experiences and others, it’s easy to make a choice that may take you down a path you’re not ready for. For girls my age, younger, older, or even boys, you are not alone.


Do not automatically choose the easiest path to break out of a difficult mickey mouse ears

Consider your options and consider the weight you will carry with each decision. There are some amazing places like the San Bernardino Pregnancy Resource Center. They will make you feel at ease and comfortable with your situations because everyone’s teen pregnancy is different. In the end, make the best choice for you. I know I did.

Here are six very important things to remind yourself while you’re taking part in one of the most terrifying, painful, amazing, unbelievable, and indescribable adventures of your life- Teen Pregnancy.

Whether you’re a teen mom, a married mom, a single mom, a cool mom, or even one of the moms who swear they’ve got it all figured out… teen pregnancy is terrifying to say the least.

You’re suddenly responsible for more than yourself, and it begins even before they’ve left your womb. You’re going to get a flood of advice (sometimes- actually…. most times unwanted advice) but none the less you are more than likely to be bombarded.

Always Remember:

1.    OPTIONS. You as a mother and pregnant woman always have options. You are never confined to just one choice. People have different beliefs and different controversial issues that they feel strongly about, but in the end it is YOUR decision and YOURS alone to make. Unless the father of your child is in the picture and making choices regarding this pregnancy with you. Then of course, you should include him in your decision making process.
2.    FIND A SUPPORTIVE FIGURE. If you don’t have a relationship with the father of your baby or someone who will give you good advice, look to a friend or a family member that you trust. Someone that you know will give you their honest and sometimes brutal feedback, but in the end no matter what you decide they will support you and be there for you. You don’t want to make a life changing decision on your own. It’s relieving to have someone behind you saying “You got this. You can do it and I’m here with you to help and guide you” whatever your choice may be.
3.    TRUST. You need to trust yourself. Trust in your choice and that you made the right one. If you fully trust yourself and your decision, and you move forward with it you will find such happiness and peace at the end of your journey. If you trust yourself and your decision, you will fully be able to say “the decision I made was right for me, my situation, and my child.”
4.    IRRELEVANCE.  This one is ESPECIALLY for teen moms. I wish I could go back and tell my pregnant high school self, “These peoples opinions of you and your decision do. not. matter.” After all is said and done, YOU are living with your decision, not them. They don’t know your situation. They don’t know what’s best for you. Only you do. These people are irrelevant and after you graduate or after you move on from seeing these people, they are not relevant to you or your life.
5.    SELFLESS. You have to remember, mothering starts the minute you conceive that child. Not when they’re born, not when they can ask you for things, not when you need to punish or reward. It starts the minute you become pregnant. You have to put yourself aside from now on and put that baby first. You have to eat right. You have to stop the drinking, the smoking, the partying. You have to grow up. It isn’t about you anymore. It isn’t about everything you want anymore. It’s about creating the best life possible for your child. The best environment. It’s about keeping them safe at all costs. This all starts with you. For those nine long, amazing months, YOU are literally the ONLY person who can feed that baby, you are it’s protector. You can’t ever forget that. Just because you can’t physically see that little human you’ve created doesn’t mean it isn’t there. It’s growing and it needs you to make responsible decisions for it to thrive.
6.    ENJOY. As scary and emotional as pregnancy can be, nine months can go by pretty quickly (until those last few months; that’s when you’re ready to pop and the bloated misery sets in) It is such a beautiful and wonderful experience. Enjoy it. Enjoy the kicks. Enjoy the foot print you see across your stretched out belly, even if it’s only a millisecond. Enjoy getting to eat as much as you want because your cravings get the best of you. Enjoy people wanting to touch your belly. Enjoy picking the names. Enjoy never feeling lonely, always having that companion right below you. Enjoy it all. Soak it all in. It won’t feel like it, but you will miss it. You’ll look at your stretch marks as your toddler tells you a wild story and you’ll remember not long ago the small space he was crammed in. How far your tiny belly once stretched because it couldn’t hold all the love and life without being stretched to it’s limits- and then stretching further. Enjoy every moment because it will not last forever. The memories of how it once felt to feel the kicks and the sway of a little body beneath you will start to fade. You may be scared, and you may not think you’re ready, but who is ever really ready? Trust me it is worth it all. Every last minute. Every last stretch mark is worth all the love you’re about to endure. Enjoy.

teen mom alyssaAlyssa is a Southern California girl born & raised with a love for all things sparkly, pink, and fun! She lives for adventure, food, and fashion and has experienced a lot in her life. She’s a mom, a wife, a self-proclaimed beauty guru, a sister, a friend, a hopeless romantic, a personal therapist, a pageant queen, and now a blogger! You can read more about her and the rest of her fantastic blogs at her website

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The Morning Routine of THIS Woman Leader

I consider myself a woman leader, so when I saw Forbes’ article about 12 Woman Leaders’ morning routines, it intrigued me.

…(Still waiting on that email, Forbes!)


Here are some examples included in the article, of what woman leaders do to start their day:

“4:45 am Wake up and have a bowl of quinoa cereal. I do an hour or so of 3rd or 4th series ashtanga yoga.”

-Wait a minute– there’s a 4:45 AM?! I only know of 4:45 PM and then 4:45 really, really late at night.


“6:00 am My little ladies wake up and I make their breakfast—green milk (almond milk with coconut water, banana and steamed baby spinach)”

-WTF is “green milk’? oh..


“7:15 am Wake the kids and give/get lots of kisses.”

-Are my kids the only ones with terrible morning breath?

You can read the full article at but since my letter from Forbes apparently got lost in the mail, I decided to post my routine right here…


6:45 am Alarm goes off. I wonder to myself why the f*** I’m awake before 7, why the kids’ school can’t start at 9 like everyone else’s, and then fall back asleep because I have a 2nd alarm already set for 6:55 am.


6:55 am Second alarm goes off. I remove my sleep mask and pull my dog in close. I hold her in the fetal position while telling her how much I love her and improvising parodies of pop songs, switching the lyrics for her name. Today’s was “I’m bringing Rosie backkkk.. Them other puppies don’t know how to actttt..”


7:00 am Carry dog into 1st sleeping child’s bedroom and throw dog on sleeping child while pointing and shouting “Rosie attack!” Dog proceeds to jump, lick and nibble at sleeping child’s face while I engage in “comforter tug-of-war” with sleeping child.


7:05 am Repeat this process with sleeping child #2.


7:10 Look at makeup bag. Consider putting makeup on. Laugh. Look at curling iron. Consider curling hair. Laugh. But hair in messy bun. Get dressed into my workout clothes, knowing that wearing my workout clothes the entire day is the only way I’ll actually make it to a workout around noon.


7:15-7:30 Shout things at children upstairs like, “Get dressed! Teeth brushed! Leave your sister alone!” from downstairs while I sit on my couch checking Facebook and email and texting my boyfriend in detail about the vivid dreams I had where he died. Then I tell him that he better not actually die, or I’ll kill him.


7:30 Start to leave the house and remember that kids need to eat, so I make them something like cereal or peanut butter and jelly toast and tell them to eat it quicker than they’ve ever eaten anything in their life.


7:40 We actually leave the house.


7:45 Drop the kids off at school.


7:50 Back at home. Play with dog. Gather everything I will need that day.. computer, notebooks, headphones, etc.


8:00 Head off to my coffee shop of choice for the day and proceed to ignore all people and work on my tasks.

So there is my woman leader morning routine. I know, it’s pretty impressive. Forbes, if you need to know my nightly routine, as well, I can make that happen…


Think you’re Not Good Enough to go after Your Dreams? Think again!

We’ve covered a lot of topics about how to go after your dreams in these Figure it out Friday videos.

not good enoughWe’ve talked about things like goal setting, visualizing, getting over your fear, etc..

But sometimes what stops people from going after their big dreams is the feeling that they’re just not good enough.

Do you ever feel like that? Do you ever feel like you’re too dumb? Or too scared? You’re not a leader? You don’t have very much experience?

Do you ever feel like you’re just not good enough to go after your dreams?

To tell you the truth, I’ve felt like that many times.

In today’s video, I’m spilling the things that I absolutely SUCK at. (Brace yourself, there are a lot of them) And I’m going to tell you why I don’t let that stop me… and neither should you!

“Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole live believing it is stupid.” -Click to Tweet!

albert einstein genius quote

Now I wanna know about you! What’s your big dream? When did you feel not good enough in the past? What are you gonna do now? Let’s chat about it in the comments. <3 Danielle

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The Spotlight is on: Lexi Mooney

Meet a young couple in Ireland who is showing us how it’s done!

Through all the struggles of being teen parents, this couple has had support from one another and his family to help them through. Read more to find out Lexi’s favorite things about being mommy to Bentley and what she does when she needs to take 5….

Tell us about yourself and your flexi mooneyamily:

I’m Lexi. I live in Ireland. I’m 19 years old and I’m with my wonderful partner Gary. We live together and are parents to the most amazing little boy, Bentley.

What were your biggest concerns when you first found out you were pregnant? How did you handle it?

It was very hard finding out that I was pregnant as it came as a big shock. When I found out I was pregnant, I was in the middle of my final exams in school. Obviously I found it really hard to concentrate as none of my family knew and I was really scared. And I ended up not doing as well as I’d hoped (but I still passed). What made it even harder was that when I did finally tell my family, I ended up having a big falling out with my mom and sister and I had tolexi mooney young mom leave the family home! It was really hard moving around when I was pregnant, carrying all my stuff around in a bag and trying to find places to leave the baby stuff that we were buying. Luckily enough, Gary’s family was really supportive and his mom put us up for a few months. It was still hard though, having to live in a small cramped house with a lot of people and having to share a single bed with a huge bump. With all that taken into consideration though, even though it was a really stressful time for me, I think I handled being pregnant really well and just couldn’t wait to meet my little pea.

What kinds of things do you do to treat yourself, for fun and to stay relaxed?

I think I am a pretty relaxed person anyways. But playing with Bentley really makes my day. He has the biggest smile in the world (and at nearly 8 months has finally got his first tooth). The usual thing to treat myself is to get my nails done and a tan. I love to look glamorous!

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What are your favorite things about being a mom?

One of the best things, I find, is the first smile of the day. When I get Bentley up in the morning he has the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and it just makes my day. I love spending every minute with him and I won’t leave him with anyone. He’s just so amazing, I don’t know how I would live without him. I wouldn’t.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? If you didn’t have any obstacles, what dream would you pursue?

In five years I would definitely love to have a little brother or sister for Bentley. I also plan to go to college to study business & law, so I would love to be a bit further forward in that and hopefully have a better house then what we’re in now.

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What advice would you give to other young girls who just found out they’re pregnant or recently became a mom?

It’s all gonna be OK. No matter HOW scared, worried or upset you are. No matter how much you think you can’t do it. You can. Any scary or negative feelings you get will all disappear when you see that first scan or feel that first kick. And OMG when you first see your little baba in your arms, you’ll forget how you ever felt and will realize this is the most important and amazing thing in your life!


Thank you for sending your story all the way from Ireland to share with our young moms around the world, Lexi! Best of luck with your goals and expanding your family.

Is Lexi the kind of young mom that you can relate to? If you have comments or questions for Lexi or anyone here at Young Mom’s Club, leave a comment below!

Don’t forget, we always want to have other young moms share their stories, so submit your photos and fill out the Spotlight Young Mom form and you could be next!

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Dealing with Negative Emotions: Proof that Anger, Sadness, Jealousy & Fear aren’t Bad..

Do you have a hard time dealing with negative emotions?

Do people ever tell you that you’re too emotional?

Do you feel like you need to hide your anger, sadness, jealousy, fear, etc?

dealing with negaive emotionsWell, today’s video explains why those emotions are actually GOOD and why you should not be ashamed of them.


Side note: I am a pretty emotional person. I feel things really strongly and when I was younger, before I got good at dealing with negative emotions, there would always be chaos.

Thankfully, I grew up a little and realized that my negative emotions, weren’t “Bad”.  They weren’t something to hide, having them didn’t mean that something was wrong with me. They were basically just sensors in my brain, telling me when something was wrong, much like when your car makes a funny noise.


I’ll explain the whole “car analogy” in the video…



Now before you go, let me know if this helped…

Are you dealing with negative emotions right now?? What do you think they mean?

Let’s chat about it in the comments.  <3 Danielle


The Spotlight is on: Hannah Whisman

Wonder what it’s like to be pregnant at only 14 years old? Hannah knows and now that she’s a mom, she wants to share her story!

There are so many teen moms out there who find out that they are pregnant and aren’t sure what to do next. Being a pregnant teen can be scary, but Hannah stayed strong and is doing an amazing job at being a young mom. Read on to find out all about what it’s like being Gabriel’s mama…

hannah whisman young momTell us about yourself and your family:

My name is Hannah Whisman. I am 15 years old and have a beautiful son Gabriel Alexander. He was born August, 1, 2014 weighing 9 lbs. 5 oz. I have an amazing boyfriend, Victor, who has been here for me through everything and is an amazing father to our son.

What were your biggest concerns when you first found out you were pregnant? How did you handle it?

When I first found out I was pregnant, I was already 18 1/2 weeks . My only concern was how my family was going to take it since I was only 14 at the time. I handled finding out I was pregnant very well. I was scared and worried but I wasn’t going to give my baby boy up. I love my son more than anything in this entire world!hannah whisman teen mom

What kinds of things do you do to treat yourself, for fun and to stay relaxed?

I just take a nice long nap with my son when I need time to relax.

What are your favorite things about being a mom?

My favorite thing about being a mom is just being able to have my baby boy finally in my arms and watching him grow and learn new things everyday.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? If you didn’t have any obstacles, what dream would you pursue?

I see myself in 5 years graduated, starting my own bakery, and moving somewhere in the city with my boyfriend and son to start a bigger family.

hannah whisman young mother


What advice would you give to other young girls who just found out they’re pregnant or recently became a mom?

Never give up, no matter what you’re going through. You’re doing this for your baby. You can do it! I did at only 14. Now I’m 15 and I’m still staying strong because whenever life tells me to give up, I tell myself: Don’t give up! You’re doing this for your son.


Hannah, thank you for being such a strong teen and sharing your story with other young moms and pregnant teens. You are such an inspiration and we are proud to have you as part of the Young Mom’s Club! Are you a pregnant teen who felt like Hannah’s story helped you? Leave a comment below.

You could share your story and be the next featured Spotlight Young Mom on our website. Stop by, fill out the application form and send pics so you can reach out to other young moms. Don’t forget to subscribe to our emails so you don’t miss a thing and get your FREE gift!

You’re Magical (just like Harry Potter!)

Here’s a not-so-secret secret… I am a huge Harry Potter nerd.

magical harry potter pic(People make fun of me all the time.. whatever. I don’t care.)

That’s why I got super excited when I realized that Halloween fell on a Friday and I was able to relate a topic to it that allowed me to wear my Harry Potter costume.


So in today’s video, I’m going to tell you something that me, you and everyone else in the world has in common with Harry Potter.

(as silly as it sounds, this is one of the most important topics we’ve ever covered so make sure to watch)


So to recap: Your magic power is: Intuition.

..Those times when you just know that something is right or wrong..

..When you can tell someone is either lying or telling the truth..

..When you instantly jump when you see a spider..

That’s your intuition, love.

There are many times when I didn’t follow my intuition and I lived to regret it. Don’t let the same happen to you.


Have an amazing Friday and a Happy Halloween with your family!  <3 Danielle

P.S. If you’re as interested in intuition as I am, you’ll want to check out the book “Blink” by Malcolm Gladwell. It dives way deeper into exactly how the brain works and has lots of fascinating case studies. Here’s the book–> Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking


Monthly Giveaway – Signed Copy of “Becoming…”

Let us create the lives we were born to live – it’s our time

Young Mom’s Club is honored to have partnered up with Jack Mierop, an amazing motivational speaker, life coach, educator, and author, to give FIVE lucky winners a chance to score a FREE signed copy of his book, “Becoming…”

This book is life-changing and you won’t want to miss your chance to WIN!

Becoming - Jack MieropWe are SUPER excited to announce the most current giveaway to everyone! If you wanna win a signed copy of a super-amazing book, this is the giveaway you want to enter!  I actually read this book a while ago because it was written by a teacher I had that changed my life. I wanted to support him so I bought a copy online and honestly, I couldn’t put it down. It totally helped me in my life to realize that I have more control over myself than I realized…. or maybe it was realizing how much control I had been lacking!

So, anyways, now that I’ve been working with YMC, I couldn’t be more excited that Jack (the author) wanted to do a giveaway and was generous enough to want to let us have FIVE SIGNED COPIES of this book so you guys can enjoy it too! If you love getting free stuff…. (who doesn’t?) then go enter the contest! Seriously, you even get to earn up to FIVE ENTRIES so the odds are totally in your favor!


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The Spotlight is on: Rickelle C.

When Rickelle shared her story with me on Instagram in response to a Talk it out Tuesday question, I felt like her experiences should be shared with other young moms.

Pregnant at only 14 years old, this teen mom had to grow up more quickly than she expected. But she is doing a great job as a mommy and still holds her goals and dream within reach. Read on to hear more about how Jensen changed her life.

Tell us about yourself and your family:

I’m 15 years old. I was raised to be moved around a lot but right now I live in Joplin, MO. My son, Jensen was born all natural on September 8th, 2014 at 20 inches long and 7.8 pounds. I’m now a sophomore and still do online schooling. Jensen’s daddy isn’t really in the picture so I’m a 15 year old single mom. It’s very hard, but I enjoy every minute! <3

rickelle c pregnant teenWhat were your biggest concerns when you first found out you were pregnant? How did you handle it?

I was a freshman in high school and I was with a guy for about 3 months. Well, when I ended up getting home-schooled (the bullying was bad) that January, we broke up because I  wouldn’t get to see him. He was 17 and nobody supported our relationship because of our age difference. We had our “first time” in December (protection was used, but it failed) right before Christmas. I missed my period, but I thought it was from all of the stress. In February, I started craving pickles… a lot! My sister said she thought I was pregnant from my weight gain and cravings, so she bought me a pregnancy test when I was staying the night with her. It said positive almost instantly! I was scared to death to tell my mom and dad… they didn’t even know I lost my virginity! I called the guy I was with in December and said I needed to talk. He said he had a girlfriend and he wouldn’t even hold a conversation. I talked to his brother and we ended up all sitting down together but the guy denied the baby was his. After an hour of arguing, he went home and talked to his mom. He hardly had any contact with me the whole pregnancy. He even blocked me from Instagram, messaging, calling… all of it!  The baby’s daddy came to the hospital when I had Jensen. He wasn’t in the delivery room because he said he was “sick to his stomach”.

When I got home, I actually waited till my birthday (March 16th) to tell my parents. I went to Walmart and bought a “Congratulations! You’re a Grandparent!” card and some baby bibs. I sat them down on my birthday and handed them the stuff and said, “I love you”. They didn’t say anything so I started walking away. My dad walked away from the table and went outside. My mom sat me down and said, “It’s just gonna take some time for him to cope” and she hugged me. Later in my pregnancy, my dad started getting involved picking out baby stuff. My mom and sister took me to all of my ultrasounds.  I did have a job and live with my parents still. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to support he/she. I was 14 years old, I thought I could barely take care of myself. I learned to basically buck up and handle it and I don’t regret one minute of it. My son is my entire world!

What kinds of things do you do to treat yourself, for fun and to stay relaxed?

While Jensen is asleep, that’s when I usually go and take my shower/paint my nails/dye my hair, etc. When Jensen was first born, my mom usually took him while I went and laid down. Now? He’s attached to my hip!

What are your favorite things about being a mom?

I would say… when you get to wake up every morning and see that beautiful, innocent smile on his face and know that I made that. When he starts school, yes I’m going to get looks because a 19 year old is taking her son to school… but he’s gonna cry and not going to want me to leave because we are so close!  When he’s older on prom night, I will get to be the one to dress him up and say, “That’s my son”. Jensen is my pride, my joy, my everything! I wouldn’t trade being a mom for anything in this world.rickelle c young mom

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? If you didn’t have any obstacles, what dream would you pursue?

I will be 20 in 5 years. I want to be able to finish high school and then continue with my dream of going to college to get my Master’s Degree in law/criminal justice to become an attorney. Yes, I do realize I have a baby and yes, I realize it will be hard. But everything I do now isn’t for me. It’s for him and his future.

What advice would you give to other young girls who just found out they’re pregnant or recently became a mom?

Honestly? I love being a mom. It’s extremely difficult so I strongly advise if your going to have sex, use all the protection you can or avoid having sex. If you know you’re pregnant and you’re young, get ready for rumors to spread and hateful things to be said about you. Don’t take it to heart though! They judge us because we’re young, they don’t think we can’t handle it or we aren’t mature enough. All I did was prove them wrong. When it comes to me and my son, he comes first. You know that new iPhone that just came out? It’s gonna be hard to get that when your not-even-one-month-old son needs diapers. He always comes first. Your baby becomes your main priority. He/she will be that one thing you strive for. They become your everything. I don’t regret Jensen. I wish I was a little older before I had him… but I was going down a bad path and hanging around the wrong crowd. He’s my savior baby and I’m a very lucky mommy!