I wrote this last summer, but I've been thinking about it recently.
I work with several single mothers in various age and ethnic groups. Some are in management and some are on the low rungs of the corporate ladder. So low that they need government assistance.
The consensus may be because I'm in a comfortable position that I'm pro-life and that I don't understand how an "unwanted child" can have an impact on someone who can't afford to take care of a child.
What I see among my single mother co-workers are their families rallying together. Some of the younger girls have gone back to school and are graduating. They're leaving our work place for better paying jobs and getting off assistance.
The more established women have stuck with our company and are doing well. All the kids of these women are healthy and happy. In some cases the father might not be around, but the extended family has stepped up to the plate.
Is there really such a thing as an "unwanted child?" I used to think so. Not anymore.
I was reading Christina Hendriks' heartfelt article about her experience of having an abortion and it brought back memories of my own near miss of that experience.
"Back in the day" abortion is what my generation did. I didn't have one, but I probably would have. I knew several women during that time who had several abortions and they still suffer the loss of those children to this day.
One woman I worked with in the early seventies went to a clinic every three months to have an abortion. After about the fourth time, even the clinic was disgusted by her behavior, and they told her not to come back ... till 1990!
I was in a serious relationship. By serious, I mean I was engaged with a ring, but no date. He was in college full time and I had a good job with a major company. And then we had the scare.
The situation quickly became all about him. HE needed to finish school. What would HIS parents think? HE couldn't find a job to support us and a baby. HE didn't want to get married then (to me anyway, as I found out later).
To our shared relief, it was a false alarm. But guess what he wanted to do to celebrate? Yep. That's when I decided, I had better do something to protect myself and I went to the doctor who prescribed the pill.
Two years later, I started having migraines and I was off the pill. It took longer to get rid of the guy and even longer to get rid of the migraines.
20/20 Catholic hindsight is like looking at that time in my life as if it were a different universe. My faith has brought me to a new understanding of love, sex, marriage, but especially abortion.
I was spared the painful experience Christina and others have had. The Lord gave me a gift. At the time, I didn't realize it or appreciate it, but I do now.