Finding diapers in my teenage son’s backpack left me speechless. When I followed him after school, what I discovered sent a shiver down my spine. It also forced me to face a truth about myself I’d been avoiding for years.
My alarm went off at 5:30 a.m., the same as every weekday for the past decade. I was showered, dressed, and answering emails before the sun came up.
By 7:00 a.m., I was in the kitchen, making coffee while scrolling through the day’s meetings.
“Morning, Mom,” Liam mumbled, shuffling into the kitchen in his school sweatshirt.
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“Morning, honey,” I said, sliding a plate of toast toward him. “Don’t forget you have that history test today.”
He nodded while his eyes were glued to his phone.
That was our routine.
Brief morning conversations, quick goodbyes, and then I’d go to run MBK Construction. It was the company my father had built from nothing.
When he died three years ago, I promised myself I’d make him proud. I decided the company would thrive under my leadership, no matter what it took.
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To be honest, what it took was my marriage.
Tom couldn’t handle being married to someone who worked fourteen-hour days.
“You’re married to that company, not me,” he’d said the night he left.
Maybe he was right. But if he really loved me, he would have accepted that drive as part of who I am.
Instead, he found someone who put him first. Good for him. I had a legacy to protect.
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And I also had Liam. My brilliant, kind-hearted son who somehow survived the divorce without becoming bitter.
At 15, he was already taller than me, with his father’s easy smile and my determination. Watching him grow into a young man made all the sacrifices worth it.
Lately, though, something had been off. He’d been quieter and more distracted. At dinner last week, I caught him staring at nothing.
“Earth to Liam,” I said, waving my hand in front of his face. “Where’d you go?”
He blinked, shaking his head. “Sorry. Just thinking about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff? School? A girl?”
“It’s nothing, Mom. Just tired.”
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I let it go. Teenagers need space, right? That’s what all the parenting books say.
But then I started noticing other things.
He was always on his phone, texting someone—then quickly hiding the screen when I walked by. He started asking to walk to school instead of letting me drive him.
And then he started keeping his bedroom door closed. All the time.
I figured it was just normal teenage privacy. Until Rebecca called.
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“Kate? This is Rebecca, Liam’s English teacher.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder as I signed a contract.
“I’m concerned about Liam. His grades have dropped significantly over the past month. He’s missed two quizzes, and yesterday he wasn’t in class at all, even though the attendance office marked him present for the day.”
My pen froze. “What?”
“I just wanted to check if everything is alright at home. This isn’t like Liam at all.”
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“He’s… he’s been going to school every day. Nothing’s wrong at home, and he hasn’t mentioned anything bothering him lately.”
“Well, he’s definitely not making it to my class. And from what I’ve heard from his other teachers, I’m not the only one noticing his absences.”
After hanging up, I sat frozen at my desk.
My perfect son was skipping school? Why? Because of a girl? Some kind of trouble?
That night, I tried to casually bring it up.
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“How was school today?” I asked over dinner.
“Fine,” he said, pushing pasta around his plate.
“Classes going okay? English still your favorite?”
He shrugged. “It’s alright.”
“Liam,” I said, putting down my fork. “Is there something you want to talk about? Anything at all?”
For a moment, I thought he might open up. His eyes met mine, and it looked like he was considering it. But then the wall came back up.
“I’m good, Mom. Really. Just tired from practice.”
I nodded and let it drop. But I knew one thing for certain.
I needed to find out what my son was hiding.
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The next day, I went into his room while he was playing video games in the living room.
I’d never invaded his privacy before, but these weren’t normal circumstances. If he was in trouble, I needed to know.
His room was surprisingly neat for a teenage boy—bed made, clothes put away, everything carefully organized.
Then, my gaze landed on his backpack, sitting on his desk chair.
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That’s where I’m going to find all the answers, I thought. I picked it up and quickly unzipped it.
Textbooks. Notebooks. Calculator. Nothing unusual.
Then, I unzipped a small side pocket and reached inside. What I pulled out made no sense at all.
A plastic package.
Diapers.
Not just any diapers—newborn diapers.
My hands started shaking. Why would my 15-year-old son have baby diapers?Was he hanging out with someone who had a baby? Or… God forbid… was he a father himself?
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I sat on his bed, trying to make sense of the package, but nothing added up.
Liam was responsible and cautious, and he’d never even mentioned having a girlfriend. But these diapers didn’t just appear in his backpack by magic.
I returned everything exactly as I’d found it and walked back to the living room.
Liam sat on the couch, playing video games, completely at ease. He laughed when his character died, casually killing zombies like nothing was wrong.
How could he sit there so casually while keeping such a massive secret?
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After he went to bed, I made up my mind. Tomorrow, I wouldn’t go to work. Tomorrow, I would follow my son.
Morning came, and I stuck to our normal routine, pretending everything was fine.
“Have a good day, honey,” I called as he headed out the door.
“You too, Mom.”
I waited until he was halfway down the block before grabbing my keys and sunglasses. I followed at a distance in my car, feeling ridiculous.
But then Liam did something that proved my suspicions weren’t overblown. Instead of turning left toward school, he went right.
Away from school.
Away from our neighborhood.
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I followed him for twenty minutes as he walked confidently through increasingly unfamiliar streets.
The neat houses and manicured lawns of our neighborhood gave way to older, smaller homes with peeling paint and chain-link fences. This area was the opposite of the exclusive community where we lived.
Finally, Liam stopped in front of a small, weathered bungalow. My heart pounded as I parked across the street and watched him walk up to the front door.
He didn’t knock. Instead, he pulled out a key.
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I watched him unlock the door and step inside like he belonged there.
My son had a key to someone else’s house.
With my heart pounding against my chest, I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. I took a deep breath and knocked, unaware of how everything would change in just a few minutes.
The door opened, and there stood Liam, his eyes wide with shock. But what left me speechless wasn’t my son’s expression.
It was the tiny baby he was cradling in his arms.
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“Mom?” His voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”
Before I could answer, a familiar figure appeared behind him. An older man with stooped shoulders and salt-and-pepper hair.
I immediately recognized him. It was Peter, our former office cleaner. The man I fired three months ago for chronic tardiness.
“Ma’am,” he said quietly. “Please, come in.”
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I stepped inside, my mind struggling to connect the dots. The small living room was modestly furnished with baby supplies scattered everywhere.
“Liam,” I said. “What’s going on? Why are you here with… with a baby?”
My son looked down at the infant in his arms, then back at me. “This is Noah. He’s Peter’s grandson.”
Peter gestured to a worn couch. “Please, sit. I’ll explain everything.”
As I sat down, still stunned, Liam gently bounced the baby, who couldn’t have been more than a few months old.
“Remember how I used to hang out with Peter when Dad would drop me off at your office after school?” Liam began. “He taught me how to play chess.”
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I nodded slowly. Peter had worked for MBK Construction for nearly a decade. He’d always been kind to Liam.
“When I heard you fired him, I wanted to check on him,” Liam continued. “So, I found his address and came by after school one day.”
“And I welcomed the visit,” Peter said. “But I wasn’t alone.”
“Where did the baby come from?” I asked, still trying to process everything.
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Peter’s eyes filled with sadness. “My daughter, Lisa. She… she’s had a rough life.” He hesitated, then sighed. “About a month ago, she showed up with Noah. Said she couldn’t handle it. By morning, she was gone. Left the baby and never came back.”
“Why didn’t you call social services?” I asked.
“They’d take him away,” Peter said simply. “Put him in the system. Lisa will come back when she’s ready. She always does.”
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“But in the meantime, Peter needed help,” Liam added. “He was trying to find a new job, going to interviews, but couldn’t bring a baby. So, I started coming over during my free periods to watch Noah.”
I looked at my son in disbelief. “You’ve been skipping school to babysit?”
“Only my study hall and lunch,” Liam said quickly. “But then Noah got colic, and Peter was so exhausted. So, I… uhhh… I started missing a few classes. I know it was wrong, Mom, but what was I supposed to do? They needed help.”
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That’s when I realized something that sent a shiver down my spine.
While I’d been consumed with board meetings and profit margins, my 15-year-old son had been shouldering an adult responsibility that even I hadn’t noticed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
Liam and Peter exchanged glances.
“You fired him for being late,” Liam said quietly. “You didn’t even ask why.”
That was true. I couldn’t deny it.
I never asked Peter why he’d been showing up late at work. I didn’t care if he was facing problems at home.
I’d been too busy. Too focused on the company.
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That’s when I really saw Peter for the first time.
The man was exhausted and had dark circles under his eyes. Had he always looked this tired when he worked for me? How had I never noticed? Had I been so caught up in my own life that I never even thought to ask if he was okay?
“I’m sorry,” I said to Peter. “I had no idea what you were going through.”
“It’s not your fault,” he replied. “I should have explained.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I should have asked.”
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I watched as Liam gently rocked the baby, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder. My son had shown more compassion than I had in years.
Standing up, I made a decision. “Peter, I want you to come back to work at MBK Construction.”
His eyes widened. “Ma’am, I—”
“With flexible hours,” I continued. “And we’ll set up a proper childcare situation for Noah. Maybe even an on-site daycare for employees. It’s something we should have done years ago.”
“You’d do that?” Peter asked.
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“It’s the least I can do,” I said.
Then, I turned to my son. “Liam, I’m sorry I haven’t been more present. That’s going to change, I promise.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he smiled.
That night, after we’d made arrangements for Peter and Noah, Liam and I sat at our kitchen table with pizza and honesty between us.
“I’m proud of you,” I told him. “But no more skipping school, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”
He nodded. “Deal.”
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As I watched him head upstairs to bed, I realized that in trying to preserve my father’s legacy, I’d almost missed the most important legacy of all: my son.
It took finding diapers in a backpack to remind me of what really mattered.
YOU WON’T BELIEVE HOW STUNNING SHANIA TWAIN LOOKS TODAY!
Shania Twain, the best-selling female artist in country music history, and one of the top-selling music artists of all time, will always hold a special place in our hearts.
Known as the “Queen of Country Pop,” Shania became a global superstar in the 1990s. But not many people know about the struggles she faced along the way. Before her big break, Shania grew up in poverty, often going hungry. Then, at just 22, a heartbreaking tragedy changed her life and gave her new responsibilities.
Shania was born as Eilleen Regina Edwards in Windsor, Ontario, on August 28, 1965. Later, she changed her last name to Twain when her mother, Sharon, married a man named Jerry Twain.
Shania Twain’s biological father wasn’t around when she was growing up, so she never publicly called him her dad. Instead, her stepfather, Jerry, stepped in and took care of Shania and her two sisters, even legally adopting them.
Shania once said, “My father (Jerry) went out of his way to raise three daughters that weren’t even his. For me to acknowledge another man as my father, a man who was never there for me as a father, who wasn’t the one who struggled every day to put food on our table, would have hurt him terribly.”
Shania’s childhood wasn’t easy. She grew up in poverty in the rural town of Timmins, Canada. Her stepfather Jerry, who was a full-blooded Ojibway, worked hard but didn’t earn much money, making it difficult to provide for the family.
Shania Twain and her sisters often didn’t have enough to eat growing up. Sometimes, the only food they had was a dish called “goulash,” which was just dry bread with boiled milk and brown sugar. During the cold Canadian winters, Shania had to wear bread bags on her feet because her family couldn’t afford proper boots.
Even though things were tough, Shania never told anyone about their situation. She was afraid that if people knew how bad things were, the authorities might separate her family.
Her home life was also unstable. The marriage between her mother, Sharon, and her stepfather, Jerry, had its problems. At one point, Shania convinced her mom to leave Jerry, and they all went to a homeless shelter in Toronto. But when Shania was 16, her mother decided to go back to Jerry and try to make things work again.
Because of her difficult childhood, Shania said she lived in “survivor mode” even as an adult. She felt she couldn’t rely on her parents to protect her or be steady caregivers.
When Shania was eight years old, she started singing in bars to help pay the bills. Even though it was a risky thing for such a young girl, she could make up to $20 a night, which was a big help for her struggling family. Even though she didn’t like doing it, the money was essential for them to get by.
Shania Twain’s love for music helped her get through tough times. She said in *Shania Twain: The Biography*, “My deepest passion was music, and it helped. There were moments when I thought, ‘I hate this.’ I hated going into bars and being around drunks. But I loved the music, and so I survived.”
Performing in rural bars and retirement homes in Canada helped Shania improve her stage presence and explore her musical talent. It wasn’t long before she was ready for bigger opportunities.
At 13, Shania got her big break by performing on *The Tommy Hunter Show*, a famous country music variety show on CBC Television. Hosted by Tommy Hunter, known as “Canada’s Country Gentleman,” the show gave Shania a great chance to show off her skills as a country singer.
In the mid-1980s, Shania was still a struggling singer-songwriter trying to make it in the music world. She had joined her first band, Longshot, when she was 16, but eventually moved to Toronto at 21 to further pursue her dreams in music.
As Shania Twain continued performing, more people began to notice her incredible talent and beauty. One of those people was famous country singer Mary Bailey. When she saw Shania perform in Sudbury, Ontario, she was amazed.
“I saw this little girl up on stage with a guitar, and it absolutely blew me away,” Bailey said. Shania performed Willie Nelson’s “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” and Hank Williams’ “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.” Bailey thought Shania’s voice was powerful and full of emotion, reminding her of singer Tanya Tucker. She knew right away that Shania had the potential to be a star.
Bailey, who later became Shania’s manager, recalled, “She sang a few songs that she had written, and I thought to myself, this kid is like nineteen years old—where does she get this? This is from a person who’s lived sixty years.”
In 1987, Shania Twain was on the verge of breaking through as a country artist. She had the talent and the opportunities, and Nashville was ready for her. But then, a tragedy changed everything.
On the afternoon of November 1, 1987, Shania’s parents, Jerry and Sharon, were driving on a remote logging road to a work site. Sadly, their car collided with a truck carrying timber. Both Jerry and Sharon died in the crash, leaving behind their two sons and three daughters.
Shania was devastated when she heard the news. She described the feeling as being like a tree with strong roots for 30 years, only to have someone try to cut her down.
Instead of focusing on her music career, Shania decided to return to her hometown of Timmins. She took on the responsibility of caring for her younger siblings, who were 13, 14, and 18 at the time
Shania Twain said that the time after her parents’ deaths was very hard, but it also helped her grow up and become more mature. She took on the responsibility of raising her younger siblings by herself, making sure they had the support they needed.
Later, Shania and her siblings moved to Huntsville, Ontario. There, she found a job as a singer and dancer at the Deerhurst Resort. At that time, Shania thought about giving up on music because she needed to focus on taking care of her family. She said in 1995, “I thought, my family comes first. I have to take care of them. I didn’t even think of my future…. I’m lucky I got the job at Deerhurst, because it was music. I didn’t know where I was going to go from there.”
While working at Deerhurst, Shania continued to develop her skills as an entertainer. She made a demo tape of her songs, which caught the attention of a Mercury Nashville Records executive. This led to Shania being invited to Nashville, where she released her first album, *Shania Twain*, in 1993. Although the album didn’t become a big hit, it received positive reviews from critics.
One person who really liked Shania Twain’s music was South African record producer Mutt Lange. He was so impressed that he contacted Shania to see if he could help produce and write songs with her.
After meeting at Nashville’s Fan Fair in June 1993, they started working together closely and quickly became very close. Just six months later, they got married. Even though Shania was more than ten years younger than Mutt, they had a special connection. Together, they wrote many hit songs that helped make Shania a superstar, including the albums *The Woman in Me* (1995) and *Come On Over* (1997).
By 2007, The Woman in Me had sold more than 12 million copies in the United States. At the time of its release it was a huge success, turning Shania Twain into a star overnight.
Shania Twain said in 1997, “We just took a chance and followed our instincts, and it worked out. I think there was something on that album for everybody.”
Usually, Shania wrote the lyrics for their songs, and Mutt Lange created the music. While working on the album *Come On Over*, Mutt added some rock-n-roll elements, inspired by his past work with bands like AC/DC and Def Leppard.
The result of combining country and rock music was a huge success, with the album selling 40 million copies worldwide. The 1997 album included some of Shania’s biggest hits, like “You’re Still The One” and “Man! I Feel Like A Woman.”
Shania Twain said, “In my mind, I was just being myself, and that was the great thing — to just be myself and let my personality come through in the music.”
In the late 1990s, “Shaniamania” took America by storm. Today, *Come On Over* is the ninth best-selling album of any kind in the US and the top-selling country album ever.
On August 12, 2001, Shania and Mutt Lange welcomed a son. They named him Eja (pronounced “Asia”) and, according to the media, Shania delivered her son at a hospital in Switzerland, without any “media fanfare”.
Shania Twain’s down-to-earth charm was evident when she kept her pregnancy private. She didn’t share any details about her baby, Eja, when he was born.
However, a few years later, Shania went through a very public divorce, and some unflattering details about her marriage were revealed in the media.
Before the divorce, there had been many rumors about problems in Shania’s marriage. In 1997, she addressed these rumors and denied that they were getting divorced.
She said, “Mutt and I are an unlikely pair. There’s been talk in the tabloids that we’re divorcing, but we are very happy. We love each other in every way. We have a great creative relationship and a great personal relationship. We feel as strong as ever—and ‘Still the One’ is sort of my own personal song about marriage.”
In 2008, though, Shania and her husband separated. The reason? Lange had engaged in an affair with Shania’s best friend, Marie-Anne Thiébaud.
Shania was, of course, completely heartbroken. She said she cried constantly and took five baths a day. According to the country star, she was ”ready to die”.
“I’ll be honest: when your husband leaves you, and falls into the arms of your close friend, your self-esteem can really suffer,” she said.
Shania and Marie-Anne were really good friends who had first met when the latter was hired as an assistant and interpreter for Mutt Lange. After finding out about the affair, Shania confronted her so-called friend.
”I just told her that she was a bad person – that’s all I could get out!’
‘When I left her, I thought, “You’re such a wimp, you coward!”‘
Things took an unexpected turn for Shania Twain when she found love again.
In 2011, Shania married businessman Frédéric Thiébaud, who was once married to her former friend Marie-Anne. They connected through their shared heartbreak and got married in Puerto Rico, with a small ceremony attended by about 40 close friends and family.
Shania told the Daily Mail, “I don’t take any day for granted anymore. Fred has given me a new lease on love.”
Shania Twain has said that she found “a true friend and a dear gentleman” in her husband, Frédéric Thiébaud. She describes their 10+ years together as a true gift. When they started dating, Fred surprised her with romantic trips, like flying her to a Swiss glacier and renting out a whole movie theater just for her.
Shania said, “It’s twisted. So beautifully twisted.” Fred added, “To express my love, words are not enough. I’m more in love with her every day.”
Shania lives in Corseaux, Switzerland, with her husband. She is known for being very private and rarely gives interviews.
In recent years, Shania has released several albums with mixed success. Right now, she is performing in Las Vegas, where she showcases her award-winning career with highlights from her iconic videos and global tours.
She has also tried her luck in the film industry, appearing in several movies over the years. In 2019, she starred alongside John Travolta in Trading Paint, and in 2020 portrayed the mother of singer Jeremy Camp in the autobiographical movie I Still Believe.
Though Shania does not appear as often on the top lists today, she has left a massive mark in popular culture. Once the reigning queen of country music, she helped influence artists such as Britney Spears, Taylor Swift, and Carrie Underwood.
Carrie Underwood said in 2016, “I think we were all definitely influenced by Shania, even if we don’t realize it. Her music was so different and revolutionary at the time. She definitely paved the way for a lot of us.”
Shania was also known for her stylish outfits and supermodel looks. In 2009, readers of Hello! magazine voted her the No. 1 Most Beautiful Canadian. Shania has shared some of her secrets for staying youthful, including being a vegetarian, eating lots of raw food, and meditating daily.
She said, “A happy heart comes first, then the happy face.”
Shania Twain, now 59, talked about how she’s handling aging. She admitted to being a bit insecure about her changing body. She said, “I’m letting ‘the girls’ hang loose under my sweat clothes around the house. When someone comes to the door, I cross my arms under them for support.”
In a 2020 interview on the LadyGang podcast, she mentioned, “Aging is a battle you can’t win. I just started accepting it and stepping away from fights I can’t win.”
Shania added that focusing on aging was taking up too much of her energy and space in her life. “I’ve got songs to write. I’m not gonna sit around,” she said.
Are you also a fan of Shania Twain? I think she’s still gorgeous and more important – a really great woman. Shania is an example for us all. Love and just admire her!
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