Women of today live in much worse conditions than our Mothers did. We struggle with the opposing stereotypes of working or staying at home motherhood. We are told we should desire an education, and make something out of ourselves. We are expected to bring in a 5-6 figure income with benefits. And, we are expected to allow our babies to be ripped from our wombs. We are allowed to have a couple of children, then expected to have our tubes tied, or reproduction surgically terminated. Where some third-world countries do this by government mandate, the US does it by status quo. And, when the hysterectomy goes wrong on the operating table, the woman is once again abandoned to deal with "her problems" on her own, while the doctor goes to the bank.
But, look around your home. Where are the children? Where are the little boys with their racecars who might have been there if we had chosen a different world for we, the women? Where are our little daughters with their baby dolls, dreaming of ..... motherhood? Do you have a daughter, a grand daughter, or niece? Watch her with a doll. See her cuddling that baby? She changes its diaper, wraps it up in its blanket, draws it close to her flat chest, and holds the bottle to its silent lips; lips as silent and dead as those of an aborted fetus. Yes, I can say the "f" word. Fetus does not frighten me, as an abortion opponent. I loved my fetuses. During each pregnancy, I stared at my tummy in amazement, marveling at the life within me. I took every spare dollar I could get to buy things to prepare for my fetus. I sang to my fetus in the womb. I read books to my fetus. I thanked God, each time, for my fetus.
I knew I was poor, and I wanted more for my fetus. I wanted it to be brought into a perfect world. But, when I held my first baby in my arms in the dingy downtown triplex we lived in, I discovered that he made my world perfect. Yes, I still had a deadbeat husband. No, he brought in no income. But, the baby in my arms made my world better, because he inspired me to go back to school and finish my education, and get that teaching job. No one else took my child and raised him for me. I loved him. There were times he slept under my desk when he was sick. But, I was allowed to keep my baby. This is the American Dream of we, the women. We want to have choices. We want to choose whether our babies will be brought up in cloth diapers or pampers. We want to choose to breastfeed or give our babies formula. We want to be able to choose between a mechanic or a lawyer for our babies' father. We want to choose to work or stay at home with our growing children. We want to choose between a 6 figure job and daycare, or a child-friendly classroom job with holidays off with our children.
Don't tell me that you, the men are giving we the women a choice, when our only choice is to destroy our dream! A poor woman has every right to hold her baby in her arms and kiss her child's soft cheek. Society has every obligation to give her that option. You abortion advocates have showed we the women the "choice" of death. Where is our option to live and let our child live?