Seventy-something years ago, this woman was pregnant with her first child. When it turned out that her adoring fiance was actually a married man with a pregnant wife, she made the brave decision to let him live, and place him for adoption. (It could very easily have gone a different way. Legal or not, there were abortions in 1945.)
Because of her choice, this little boy
became the son of these people
He grew up to become this man
Because of her choice, he became the father of the three of us
and we become the parents to all of them.
When we talk about the morality of abortion, we tend to focus on the mother and/or her baby. We think about the little chubby pink cheeks and tiny baby toes of those precious first months. But abortion robs us of so much more than the tiny infant with the gummy grin. It steals away all of those people who would have come from them as well.
And this one wouldn’t be engaged to that guy and (hopefully) getting ready to begin a whole new generation. (I’m dreaming Grandma dreams over here.)
We often focus, in the abortion debate, on the right of this baby to live
but it’s so much bigger than that. It’s about whether on not this one will get a chance to live too.
Photos by: Shelbi Moore, Desiree Chapman, and our family. If you want to use them, ask.
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