When I was in high school, I had to write an essay on abortion. I think we had to watch a film about abortion, too, but I’m pretty sure I blocked that from my memory because I’m squeamish like that.

As a teenager in a Catholic high school, I wasn’t thinking about pregnancy or abortion; the copious amount of guilt piled onto us by the nuns effectively lessened the appeal of having sex {for me, anyway…}. I’m not saying that all teens were completely innocent back then, but I didn’t know of anyone in school who got pregnant.

As I got older, I went through a “pro-choice” phase because I believed that rape, molestation or confirmed serious health issues of the mother and/or child were all valid reasons for termination. My beliefs changed when my daughter got pregnant at 16 because it involved the life of my grandchild-to-be. Additionally, my daughter’s health {depression and anxiety from losing her father at a young age} was a huge consideration. We had many discussions about her options and, as her mother, I felt that it was up to me to tell her the hard truth about each option. She had to understand that, while adoption and abortion probably seemed like the easiest options, both of them would eventually weigh on her conscience the most and cause the biggest regrets. I know my daughter better than she knows herself {despite what she thinks} and I knew very well that an abortion would create a pain within her beyond consolation. I told her that it could never be undone and that there was a real possibility that she would be haunted by the sight of babies, children, and pregnant moms maybe for the rest of her life. While some people might be “okay” with their decision, there would be no way to tell how she would feel until after…and, therefore, too late to change her mind. A decision like that has a ripple effect that’s beyond our consciousness; it’s wasn’t just about her son or daughter, but also about a grandson/granddaughter, a nephew/niece, and even a future sibling. Abortion affects, the parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, and anyone else who would have a relationship with that baby.

For the record, my daughter decided to have her baby girl and raise her. Our granddaughter is now 9 months old and thriving. My daughter may be a young mother who’s now realizing how tough parenting is, but she has since told me that she couldn’t imagine her life without her little girl. She took on the huge responsibility of having/raising her baby and she’ll discover all the joys and rewards of motherhood as her daughter grows up instead of the regrets she would have had if she’d made a different decision.

I understand a lot more about the impact of abortion than when I wrote that essay back in school or even during my pro-choice phase. I felt adamant that it wasn’t a “black or white” situation when, actually, it is. Unless the life of the mother is threatened, abortion is killing a baby. I believe that an unborn child is a person, regardless of whether the child was conceived by a married couple, out-of-wedlock or as a product of rape/molestation.

I’m a mom, first and foremost; I can’t fathom the idea of aborting a human life whose heart began beating soon after conception. It’s still a heart, beating on its own. Life begins at conception and develops over 40 weeks. Throughout my daughter’s pregnancy, we kept track of her baby’s development. We had an awareness of when the baby started wiggling her fingers, sucking her thumb, reacting to music, voices, and my daughter’s touch…all indicative of a separate person, regardless of existence in utero or viably outside of the mother’s womb. There is no “magic” involved on the day of birth whereby a fetus transforms from a non-person into a person. The baby isn’t “something else” until s/he is born. The baby doesn’t change as s/he passes through the birth canal, except in clinical terms “fetus” —> “baby”.

The problem I have is when people behave immorally, armed with the mentality that abortion is a safety net. Nobody should ever consent to having sex without serious thought into the repercussions and if a couple’s answer to an accidental pregnancy is abortion, then that couple lacks the maturity to have a sexual relationship. There’s no “do-over” or easy way out of such a situation. An unplanned, unwanted pregnancy is not just an inconvenience; it’s a new human life, perhaps of someone who would cure cancer or make another very important contribution to our world. Further, it’s not up to the taxpayers to fund abortions. I’m for the defunding of Planned Parenthood for a multitude of reasons; I’m completely against why it was founded in the first place and find it sad that my liberal friends {who have labeled ME a racist} passionately support it despite its origin. I’m against the fact that they continually misrepresent the services they offer, that there are stories of staff members pressuring their patients to have abortions, and their post-abortion practices regarding the sale/disposal of body parts.

There’s a whole ‘nother side of abortion that nobody talks about. In some cultures, forced abortion happens as a form of birth control or when the sex of the baby is confirmed as female.  Forced abortion. I can’t even imagine the horror of a pregnant woman who endures such a thing. To consider the idea of someone forcing me to have an abortion {when I was carrying my daughter} because I was having a girl or “one too many” children is unbearable, but it happens. How many moms could look at each of their children and imagine life without that child? Imagine how a woman {who has had her baby aborted against her will} must view a “pro-choice” attitude.

In conclusion, I’d like to say that it’s not my intention or my job to sit in judgment; only God can do that. I write to offer my perspective in the hopes that it helps others see things they perhaps didn’t or wouldn’t have consider{ed} before.

The right time {to make a decision about whether or not a baby gets to exist} is before sex happens.

Until next time…

The Right Universe