Jamie Lynn Spears had her baby. Old news, I know. But I’ve been sitting over here, feeling jealous and salty about it for a few days now. That’s right. Jealous.
Granted, I didn’t have millions of dollars at the ready. I also didn’t have the support of my family (due to communication problems amongst us all). But dang it, I was older. Why her? Why not me? Or, why me? And why not her? Or… why any of us?
I know she has her dissenters, of course. I’ve seen people blame the Pregnancy Pact on her. I’ve seen people blame her for being a bad influence. I’ve heard the nasty things people have to say. My heart breaks for her because of all of that crap. I want to smack people around and say, “You were a decision or two away, at some point in your life, from something similar.” Of course, these arguments are usually had with those who waited until they got married to have sex and therefore feel they can pass judgment on young, unwed parents. I haven’t quite found the appropriate respectful argument to let them know that they’re still not all that different from those of us who were young and pregnant. I’m working on it.
All the same, I hope the younger Spears sister is able to rise to the occasion. Not for the sake of the media. Not for the sake of her naysayers. And not for the sake of the tweens that apparently idolize her. (Hi? Solution to the problem? Teach your children either that all people are human or that celebrities, in general, don’t make the best role models. Cite examples.) I have these hopes for her new baby girl. Period. I hope that they are able to enjoy the life that they both deserve together: one with love, learning and laughter mixed together. That learning part? That’s the hard stuff. Trust me. You want to learn from the hard stuff. And you want to learn from the good stuff.
Just writing this out, I feel a bit less jealous. That is, until the next unwed and/or young celebrity gets pregnant. Because they will always exist. Just like in the everyday population.