I ventured out of my habitat this morning and am inspired to write a bit of a rant because I’ve gotta get this off my chest.

Why’d the anti-abortion community get the phrase “pro-life”?… it really doesn’t seem like these folks are really “pro-life” at all.  And, although in conventional terms I guess I am “pro-choice” come on, who isn’t? (That’s WHY we have 6 different kinds of ketchup at the grocery store).  I definitely am not “pro-abortion”.

I drove by Planned Parenthood this morning, all along the street were LARGE images of aborted fetus’, neatly propped up by well-meaning anti-abortion activists. Most of the images were very distorted, unrealistic and gross. I was horrified when I came to a full stop at a stop sign with my 3 year old son gazing out the window at these pictures. And the organizer stood by our car, a huge grin on his face, trying to hand us a leaflet. (I have studied the teachings of Ghandi and Dr. King and had to pull from this non-violent foundation to keep from ramming into this guy.)

Then, I got to thinking about how it would be for me if I was stuck with the “choice” of abortion and had to walk by these people. I am now convinced that anyone willing to go through that and actually follow-though is amazing, brave, courageous, and a lot of other things…. Is it really more responsible to bring an unwanted child into a world of violence or abuse?

I will not join a picket line to hand out “pro-abortion” pamphlets either. I feel that choice is between a woman and her God.  And I can assure you, the guy grinning at my son was not “pro-life”; anyone with any sense would be embarrassed to have a child see those pictures.

With great relief I turned the corner to head home.

Back home to my natural habitat:

We watched a big tractor working on our street.

Did a little work in the garden.

Looked at some beautiful fall flowers still blossoming (and dying) in our yard.

Watched a blue jay eating at our feeding station.

Baked cakes in the sandbox.

And ate a “tv” lunch of fresh eggs and quinoa.

And THAT is what childhood is meant to be.

I have limitless gratitude that I was ready to be a mom when my time came; and I know my son is the one that benefits the most from this.

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