Every national election, abortion is a topic that brings heat on either side. I have my own opinion like everyone else. I chose life. Both by birth and by choice.
Every day that decision to believe in choice is reinforced by my children. It's the life that comes after pregnancy, after birth. It's middle of the night feedings. It's homework. It's those talks we hate to have, field trips, report cards. It's spending the week at the hospital curled up at the foot of his bed when he learns the hard way not to play with lighters. It's being sick yourself and scrubbing up someone else's puke from all over the floor.
I could fill a whole paper with what being a parent is. What it is not is simply giving birth. How do I play God and pass judgement? How do I decide that because I chose life someone else should? What if she is a drunk? Addict? Mentally unstable? What if she is living in a violent home? What if she is chronically ill? What if she has another child that is? Or another child needing constant care? What if she is 14 years old? There are so many what ifs. How do I deem myself the superiority on the life that someone else can provide a child? Because it's not just birth.
Life is not just the final actual minutes of being born. It's at the very least the next 18 years of giving every last part of yourself to someone else. It's promising to love, care and guide someone to the absolute best of your ability.
How does anyone decide if someone else is emotionally, physically, financially able to do that? How does anyone else know if that child will not be one of the almost 500,000 children in foster care? The 695,000 abused or neglected? How do you know that by demanding someone give birth, it will provide a life? Unless you are God, you don't, you can't know. Only the person facing that decision knows, and that is whose choice it should be.