As I write, my infant son is nestled
against my breast. He entered this world seven weeks ago and has forever altered
After years of consideration, my husband and I decided to embark
upon this journey of parenthood recognizing it meant sacrifice, work, and joys
beyond our understanding. Our relatively short journey so far has consisted of
a series of joys and hardships. Beginning with the joy of finding out I was pregnant
and the agony of morning sickness all day for four months. Then the indescribable
pain of labor and the equally indescribable elation of seeing, hearing and touching
our son for the first time. And now the chronic state of fatigue from lack of
sleep and constant infant care to the rapture of seeing a smile on his face. Our
son came into my life and took it over.
I often find myself reflecting
on how lucky I was to plan a pregnancy, carry it to term and give birth to a baby
who will be raised lovingly by two parents and a slew of friends and relatives.
I chose this path for my life willingly and happily, on my own time, and with
great forethought. I rest assured in the knowledge that this was the right choice
for me and my family.
Prior to entering this new life of parenthood, I
was a mental health therapist working with preschoolers, mostly foster children,
with severe behavioral and emotional problems. Most of my time was spent with
their natural parents who were attempting to be reunited with them after losing
custody due to various levels of abuse and neglect. This is a difficult population
to work with, but the potential rewards for society are great, and I love the
work. I loved the challenge just as I loved the challenge of working with women
at A Womans Choice Clinic for
a number of years. The population of clients at the clinic is my population.
are the population of women in their childbearing years who have CHOICES about
our reproduction. We are free to choose what is best for us at this moment in
our lives. I value this freedom because it allows us to be equal participants
in a world where women are generally the primary caretakers, if not sole caretakers,
of their children. In the absence of CHOICE, women are disempowered socially and
emotionally. They are forced not only to carry unwanted pregnancies, but to have
unwanted children, most of whom they will raise themselves. This can create financial,
relational and emotional difficulties that last a lifetime.
be trusted, as I was, to make their own decisions about when and if to become
parents. I am thankful that I live in a nation where a I have reproductive CHOICE
and that I chose to exercise it and become a parent. I am thankful that women
have babies everyday because they choose to do so. I am thankful that 1.5 million
women a year exercise their right to abort pregnancies they choose not to carry.
I am thankful, but not complacent. I recognize that in the current political
and social climate, exercising our right to choose is not always easy and it is
not well protected. Those of us who believe wholeheartedly in the right to choose
must continue to fight to retain it. We must continue to support women who make
the difficult decision to abort. We must continue to support mothers, natural
and adoptive. We must continue to talk about the importance of control over our
own reproduction and the need to maintain it.Staci
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