Hello, friends. Typing with one finger slightly immobilized by a band-aid is difficult (note to self: get a cut glove), but I'm feeling passionate today. If there are spelling errors, blame it on my finger.
The March for Life was today. This meant a lot to me before, because babies dying should mean a lot to everyone. But it means a lot more to me today, because I'm a foster mother.
My foster daughter would have been a prime candidate for abortion. She was born into a low-income family, her older siblings had previously been in foster care, her father wasn't in the picture, and her mother had some mental health issues and couldn't keep a steady job. Any abortion advocate would have said that abortion was the right option, that her life would be too hard, that it would be better if she was never born.
But let me tell you, this girl loves life. She's had a hard one, to be sure, but she is smart and funny and kind. She loves animals and little kids and she will go on for days about Disney movies and cocker spaniels. Has her life been a cakewalk? Of course not, but there is no possible scenario in which it would have been better for her to die.
So don't talk to me about how abortion helps women. Abortion would have killed my foster daughter without a second thought.
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