Guest post by Alison
Advocates of abortion like to point out their perceived discrepancy between conservatives wanting less government intrusion and then having the gall to tell women what they should or shouldn’t do with their bodies. It’s really not about a woman’s body. Women can have plastic surgery, go on a crazy diet, exercise, or sit on the couch playing a video game and eating nothing but potato chips. I won’t try and make any of that illegal. I’m trying to speak on behalf of the innocent, unborn children who can’t speak for or defend themselves and are being murdered.
Some will say that “unborn” and “children” is an oxymoron—that the fetus is not a child until it’s born, at the most when you hit the third trimester. I say, give me a break. The growing child inside is developing a spinal cord before many women even find out they’re pregnant and has a detectable heartbeat at about 7 weeks along. It’s not like women don’t know that “growth” inside of them is going to come out human. Just because you can’t hear him cry doesn’t mean he’s any less alive.
Another argument in favor of abortion is that those “unwanted children” who couldn’t be aborted if we made it illegal would become society’s plague being raised on welfare and joining gangs etc. It doesn’t have to be that way. If they do become society’s takers, they certainly wouldn’t have a monopoly on that arena. There are “wanted children” who struggle too. Maybe there could be a test for unborn children to determine whether or not they’ll be well-adapted, contributing adults and then we can kill the ones who fail. (If you can’t tell, that was sarcasm.) Who are we to say if a child gets a chance at life or not?
Doesn’t it seem strange that children can be taken away from a mother who neglects them or endangers their life, but killing them is no problem as long as it’s done during a certain window of opportunity?
I think there’s an element of fear in some people who advocate abortion. What if I get pregnant or, for those who are already parents, what if my daughter gets pregnant when it’s not convenient? I want the option of abortion. Well, there are such things called consequences. Getting pregnant is a common consequence of having sex. Abortion in most cases is a way to avoid responsibility. You want the privilege of having sex without the burden of a child.
I understand there are cases of rape and cases where abortion is medically necessary for the life of the mother. Those are special cases where special justification may exist. I still think the decision to abort should be very carefully considered and abortion avoided if possible. Also, I’m not writing this to increase the guilt of women who’ve had an abortion and regret it. This is about the present and the future.
Now a plug for adoption: I myself was adopted as a baby. Instead of a being aborted or being raised by a young, single mother, I was raised by two loving parents and grew up with two sisters. My birth mother got a chance to go on with her life and I got raised in a great home. I went to college, got married, and now I’m raising two beautiful children. Isn’t that a happy ending—or middle of the story since I’m still alive? For those hating me right now, maybe not, but I think so.
Being pregnant and having a baby isn’t easy, and certainly a pregnant teenager has a long road ahead of her. However, I don’t think abortion is an acceptable option except perhaps in those special cases I mentioned beforehand. There are many choices we make in life with consequences we may not realize fully when we make them. Taking responsibility for those choices anyway is the right thing to do. We should support those young girls in their pregnancy and as they make decisions about their future and the future of their child, not just hand them off to Planned Parenthood. There can be life after pregnancy for the mother and the child.
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