Hopefully my story will give you some encouragement.
I was the firstborn in my family. When I was born, my mother had just turned 16 (exactly 3 months prior). My bio-father decided not to be part of my life; but another man (my father), at the tender age of 19 took us on as a family. When I was three years old, my sister was born..then another one...then another one.....then a boy. My brother was born in 1988; and he was the last of the five kids in our family. My mother was 24 years old when he was born.Let me say it again: my mother was 24 and had 5 kids under the age of seven.
People are shocked over this, but my parents did a better job raising us than alot of "adults" I see now in their 30's and 40's are doing with their 2.5 kids. We were happy, they played with us and we were well fed and clothed.
I had mine at 22 years old. Whenever times were tough, or I felt judged; I just thought "if my mother can do what she did, this should be a walk in the park for me!!" So, feel free to remember "Vanessa's Mommy" whenever you feel that way too.
I also want to share a bit about my current situation. I am 25 now, and my boy is 3. My S/O is 23 years old, and he's taken on the role of parenting my boy happily. It's not his natural child, but we're a family and couldn't be happier. I've said this in other threads, but it's also very fitting here:
Families are not born, they're made.
It was a choice you made to be a family at the age you are. It was a noble, selfless choice that you made in a world full of greed. I commend you and especially so as a father who's putting his all into a young life instead of "wasting his away" like many of his peers.