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Every child begins the world again. –Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), US author, naturalist, historian & philosopher (I really like him!)
I just added a new link to my site. It’s for National Right to Life. I think now is a good time to tell my readers (who I suspect so far consist of my sisters and daughters and maybe my curious hubby–all who know this already): I love life and I love life for all people, especially for beautiful little babies. I’ve never known one who wasn’t a perfect little human. Sadly, many unborn have very poor prospects of a happy, healthy life if their mothers choose not to kill them. Yet we all know many adults who’ve had the best of everything: attention, money, education, etc. but who still have very sad prospects of ever finding that health and happiness. At what point do we decide who is worthy of living? I had my oldest daughter three days after I turned 17. I did not for one instant consider killing her. Now there were a few times–probably when she was around the ages of 13, 15, 17–that I figured if I could’ve justified it so many years ago why couldn’t I justify it now? Just take her down to Planned Parenthood and explain that she’s ruining my life. Easy solution. They can suck her brains out and throw her in the garbage can. I wouldn’t even have to deal with the messy body. Anyway, all the worry and fuss over a hormone induced teenager was surely enough to affect my health and well-being. We certainly didn’t have much money, and I was trying to go to school when my kids were teenagers, plus a full-time job and a terminally ill mother. What the heck. Why not just throw in her two sisters as well? I could always have more children when my life was more stable.
Okay I’m being dramatic.
Please consider this: How can we save our broken society with love and peace if we say it’s ok to mass murder babies? How do generations of young adults and children now live with the knowledge that they exist purely because they made the don’t-murder list? To me it seems they might have deep fears, not only about our ability to take care of humankind but of society changing its mind about their life-worthiness. To me it seems a warped paradigm for their journeys of life. Try asking one of them about it.
We’ve been celebrating the birth of Binkie, my sixth grandchild, who arrived on July 20. I am reminded of the amazing creatures we are every time I look at her little face and see so many people–her mom (my daughter), her dad, brother, sister, my hubby, my other daughters, her paternal grandparents, and even myself. Plus ancestors we’ve never met. Just think! Your very own face could show up in a tiny newborn, hundreds or even thousands of years from now.