Several months ago, I was driving in a suburb of Cincinnati. On my left, I passed Good Samaritan hospital. Just a block away, I passed the local Planned Parenthood. I found myself almost in tears. Although born and raised here in Cincinnati, I don’t frequent this area in particular, and I never realized that these two establishments were neighbors. What is the significance?
I suspect that I was conceived in a passionate moment, but the stress of being unwed teenage parents broke my birthmother and birthfather apart. I am sure that my birthmother’s swollen belly drew many unwanted stares. I am sure that she was embarrassed, regretful, and scared for what the future held. The physical strains of pregnancy were not easy, yet she continued her education. I imagine that she considered having an abortion, buying into the lie that terminating the pregnancy would "make it all go away". Maybe others pressured her to make that choice. Despite all of this, she chose life for me.
While many 17-year-olds are picking out their prom dress, or competing for a spot on a varsity team, my birthmother found herself with this unplanned pregnancy. My birthmother was 17 years old, a junior in high school, when I was born.
Here is where I might tell you the back story of how my mother met my father. I might tell you about their lives and their circumstances. I won’t, because I can’t. I was adopted when I was 5 days old, on February 14, and since then I’ve never met my birthmother or birthfather.
What I do know is that my birth mother recognized her poor choices. She took her situation and she made an incredible choice. She chose to give me life and chose to put me up for adoption. So on Valentines Day, I made another woman a mother.
I have always known I was adopted. My parent's talked to me about begin adopted and answered any questions I had. Being adopted never meant “different” or “outcast”, it just meant another kind of love. I certainly knew the love of my adoptive parents and I never doubted my birthmother's love. Retrospectively, as a young adult, I have come to a greater understanding of the depth of her life giving, selfless love.
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