The Abortion Fallicy

It’s been over a week since the anniversary of Roe V. Wade but I wanted to post some thoughts here for my first article on this site. First let me say that those who say all of us born after January 22nd, 1973 should thank our mothers for not aborting is going a bit too far. I am passionately pro life but I do not believe that Roe made any woman who wanted a baby have an abortion. My mother was a married woman in her thirties. Abortion wasn’t even a consideration. So while I thank my mother for having me, I do not consider my birth, on April 11, 1973, anything out of the ordinary. Not where the issue of abortion is concerned.

With that out of the way, I would like to bring up a few points that these rabid pro abortion groups would like to conveniently forget. They like to frame their argument with the idea that women can do what they want with their own bodies. Well, abortion is not the same as getting your appendix out, or a body piercing. It is the taking of a life and once that is done it is done. This argument also dismisses the inconvenient fact that when there is a baby, there’s a father.  Yes, there are cases of rape and even incest. Those situations are few and much more complicated. But under the usual circumstance, a man and a woman have intercourse and, well you know how it works. We have increasingly become a society that dismisses and diminishes the role men play in the lives of their children. Women adopt as single parents or even use sperm banks. The message being, I don’t need a man. Betty Friedan is proud I’m sure. Over the years society balks at traditional families and pushes for the acceptance and embrace of  “all kinds of families”. My parents divorced when I was thirteen so I didn’t have for most of my life a regular family. But I did have a dad. He was far from perfect but I loved him. Fathers are important to sons and daughters. That child a woman carries doesn’t just belong to her.

So I guess I should admit here that I do not have children. I also have never had an abortion or even been faced with an unplanned pregnancy. I suppose this will garner many “you don’t know what your talking about” and “how would you know what it’s like to face that decsion?” responses when people read this. That’s fine. I don’t know what it’s like. But I would ask them, do you know what it’s like to be told you cannot have children? I do. What you take for granted, I’ll never know. Now, lest you think I’m all depressed and weepy, I’m not. I have known for many years and have made peace with it. I believe God has something else besides marriage and motherhood in mind for me. But there were many tears before that acceptance came. Ten, fifteen years ago when my friends started getting married having babies, it was very hard because our relationships changed and our lives took different directions. But that is life and I don’t dwell on it. I have embraced my single hood. But the point I would lite to make is this: the next time you think about abortion so casually, remember those who mourn for children that will never be. Not because they aborted them, but because they could never have them.