I read a blog post a while back that put forth a sensible point about the topic of abortion, which was: I don't discuss this. And I won't discuss it until we make birth control more accessible to women. That's right. Offer it over the counter. Until then, this argument is dead to me.
I'm paraphrasing there, but her point was that she didn't think either side was right and that our society needed to support women before they got pregnant, because people have sex and nobody wants to have abortions. Warning, she's a Dem. ;) Just linking here to give credit where credit is due. https://stylebyemilyhenderson.com/blog/voted-trump-comments-helped-grow
Also, I like how the only two sites I've linked for this discussion have been lds.org, and... Style by Emily Henderson. So random. I love a good Ex-Mo/designer/reality star. And she's adorable. I'm getting sidetracked.
Recently my good friend posited that anyone's views on abortion notwithstanding, American society is not very "Pro-Life," in the sense that we don't cherish mothers and children as much as some other cultures do, or value motherhood enough as a career, or offer substantial enough maternity leave, or appreciate snotty-nosed kids running around or babies crying on airplanes, or champion assistance for poor kids from dysfunctional families. If we want to decrease abortions, how do we increase support for all families? In her very apt words, we need a "Culture of Life" in order to successfully be "Pro-Life."
I'm not sure how that happens. Somehow we need more of the woman behind me in the grocery checkout line who fawns over my baby even though the baby has a smelly diaper and is tired and crying. Or the man in the library who gives me a knowing look of solidarity when my 10-year-old has a ridiculous public tantrum. Or the smiley teenager at church who makes origami frogs for my restless kindergartener. There are people like this all over the place. So how does that pro-families attitude permeate the rest of our world? Our corporations, our government?
And just to throw another issue into the ring, my family is white, educated, middle-class, two parents. In that sense my kids are at the top of the chain as far as what they can get away with in public without judgment. And though in our day-to-day we meet lots of sympathetic citizens, we also find ourselves in situations where my kids and their "kid-ness" are very much NOT welcome. How does the poor single mother, then, become in our minds not a "welfare queen" but a brave and faithful person who "chose life"?
Finally: What about "wanted babies." These stories are not as easy to put in a box as the "unwanted ones" are (the "surprise" ones coming to single mothers, for example). But what about the babies who were invited, welcomed, begged for: and then viewed on an ultrasound or in an amniocentesis or blood test and determined to be so deformed that a typical life would not be possible.
Look: my own personal answer is easy. I say yes to that baby, please come anyway, my family and I have a place for you. Full stop. I have had an indirect personal experience with a child who was "incompatible with life": my nephew Jonah, whom I got to meet before he passed away at home from trisomy 13 at 11 days old. His parents found out early in his pregnancy that he would not live long, and that he might not even make it to term. They never considered abortion. I think for them that particular choice was easy. And then: the reality was hard. There was nothing you could say or do about it, that would have made it any easier for them.
But they did choose life, and they worked and planned and wept and prepared to welcome him. And you know what, Jonah was not incompatible with life. His short life left an indelible impression on us. I believe that he deserved his life, and he struggled through it and he lived it with amazing strength and endurance, and there's no refuting that Jonah was a person with a job to do in the world.
So how do I reconcile that with any sympathy for someone else in a similar situation who might choose abortion? Well, because I just do. Welcoming Jonah to the world and helping him through it was a watershed experience for my family. But no one is promised a spiritual communion, or warm times together at home before the inevitable. No one can predict whether this special life will be an intense days-long affair, or whether it will last months or years and cost endless money and patience.
I guess what I mean is that I know what I would choose regardless, and I have had some limited experience with that, and I believe life comes with suffering no matter what, and I believe that consecrating that suffering to a greater purpose is vital to growth. However, every expectant mother who receives that type of devastating news will not have the same experience, or perspective, or most of all the same resources or support, that my brother and sister-in-law did.
And so that's where my friend's "culture of life" idea comes in, which is that maybe someday we could make it possible for more people to "choose life" in those most shattering moments, the ones where we separate the essential--love and family--from all other distractions. The ones where we can turn suffering or heartbreak or regret into something beautiful and life-affirming.
In my experience, this "beauty for ashes" is available through faith, although I don't think it's exclusive to faith, and I'm not sure how it fits into abortion law. Maybe between providing better access to birth control, and also welcoming ALL children and families and mothers into our society and culture--no matter their background, their abilities, their race, or their needs--maybe then we could truly call ourselves pro-life, and pro-choice, and pro-families.
Until then: our society and our government have still not come to a consensus on abortion, 40 years after Roe v. Wade. Pregnancy, and by extension the two available options of abortion and birth, involves humans and sex and hormones and emotions and money and bare, ugly need. We have a flawed government and we live in a flawed world. So as much as I want to feel settled in my heart on one side or another, I still call abortion a gray area. I still say it's complicated. And I hope that we do find that "culture of life."