If you are a regular reader, friend, or family member, you already know where I stand on prenatal testing. If you’re new to my blog, you can read my other posts on the subject here. Once you know where I stand on prenatal testing, then it’s not a big leap to figure out where I stand on abortion, but in case you were wondering, I’ll make it very clear. I am pro-life.
I have many friends who don’t agree with me, and consider themselves to be pro-choice. I love them dearly and I believe that they are genuinely sincere in their beliefs. However, I also feel strongly that they are sincerely wrong. I’ve heard all of the arguments – for and against – abortion, and I won’t rehash those here. You won’t hear me railing about eternal damnation or find me posting graphic images.
Virtually all of the arguments in favor of legalized abortion can be broken down into the same category: the unborn child is a burden. The claims range from overpopulation to individual disabilities to financial hardship to reminder of an assault to just plain don’t-want-it, but at the end of the day, it all boils down to the feeling that this unborn individual will be a burden to someone, whether it be society or her mother or family. Whether that’s true or not is certainly up for debate – many people would consider my children to be burdens, even though I don’t (okay, that’s actually not true – they are a burden in a lot of ways, but so are ALL children, but well worth it). Let’s just assume, for the sake of discussion, that it’s true. All unwanted children (pick your reason) are a burden. To society, to mothers – whatever. But in my mind, that begs the question:
Why, exactly, do we think our lives should be free of burdens?
Sometimes unwanted children are the product of bad choices, but…sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes, shit just happens. It sucks. My heart breaks for the women who are in what they perceive to be impossible situations – women who often have little or no support from partners and/or their families. There has to be point at which we, as a society, choose to support and nurture women who are hurting, as opposed to the current practice of ripping their “burdens” away surgically.
The very first March for Life was held in January of 1974, when I was barely four years old. Today, the 2011 March for Life is being held – I am now 41. I wanted so much to just let this day pass without posting. I didn’t want to have to worry about offending someone, or drawing criticism (or worse), and I didn’t want to be accused of being overtly political. However, after a great deal of soul-searching (and self-debating), I finally decided that all of those excuses for not posting were just selfish excuses. I decided that I can’t be silent.
Every person has worth, no matter how old or young, healthy or infirm, disabled or able-bodied, rich or poor. It’s time to recognize that worth and act accordingly, supporting those in need and protecting the defenseless.
I can’t be silent.