I cannot fathom what it is like to be raped, nor what it is like to both have that experience and be faced with a resulting pregnancy. But what I have experienced, several times over, is the overwhelming gift of life. Earlier tonight, while preparing my children for bed, I spent time laying in one of their beds while two of them piled on top of me, desperate for my attention. And I simply took time to exist with them and be present. I cannot tell you, with mere words, just how wonderful that experience was. But I can tell you that the thought of never knowing even one of them is the saddest and most terrifying thought I can imagine. Today, my daughter handed me a piece of paper that simply read "I love you" with a little heart drawn on it. I am their whole world. To think that I could have legally chosen to terminate any one of them fills me with despair, and a deep hatred for the people who made abortion legal in the first place. I do not hold any judgment for a woman who chooses to terminate her child, but rather, for the psychopaths who convinced her that doing so was in her best interest. What they don't tell you is that that child is part of you; a part that you can never get back if you get rid of it. Don't try to correct one wrong with another. Every child is a gift, and you cannot know what kind of hurt you will bring upon yourself by rejecting it until you actually do it. But the good news is this: should you choose to receive that gift, in spite of the terrible, undeserved circumstances, you will experience a joy you have never known; one you perhaps never thought possible.
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