I have a confession to make. I have always had this believe that essentially, abortion was wrong. I voiced the opinion that the only way I could ever justify abortion in my mind was in the case that the mother would be at risk, or if it was a rape situation.
However, truthfully, the thought of abortion did cross my mind, and it crossed my mind more than once. My initial thought was that it would be the "easiest" thing to do. A trip to the clinic, take a pill...and it is all over. My daughter could start school with nobody knowing the wiser and life would be normal again. I just wanted it all to go away. Oh how I wanted it to go away. The very selfish part of me had taken over and I wanted to erase the last few days and go back to worrying about things like curfews, grades and swim meets. I saw this as a way to have it go away.
Except, life would never be normal again. Normal was being re-defined by the minute.
I mentioned abortion to my daughter and to the very first person who got the honor of knowing about her plight - my big brother. My brother showed his immediate opposition to the idea. He was strong and to the point.
A good friend almost took me to my knees when he talked about resolution. He had worked with numerous teenagers who had chosen abortion and he saw much struggle and depression surrounding resolution. These young women could not find any resolution for the act in their minds and it haunted them for a lifetime. Often, the guilt would lead to catastrophic life issues such as alcoholism, drug use, or even suicide.
I quickly fell back on my convictions and decided that abortion would not be talked about ever again, unless my daughter wanted to talk about it.
My daughter would not talk about it. She has never wanted to even discuss it. For you see, she was only thinking the way I had taught her. The beliefs I had ingrained in her and tried so hard to teach her were coming out in her actions. I should have been so proud of that. I am proud of that.
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