I am not surprised that many families want to see their teenage daughters terminate pregnancies. It’s an expected reaction for a number of reasons: wrong time, wrong age, wrong Dad, etc.
That’s a lot of pressure for a teenage girl
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Why is it all right to kill an innocent baby because it is the ‘wrong time’, wrong age, wrong Dad etc.?
What did the child do to deserve a death?
Why are you punishing the mother (and father) twice? You punish them by assuming that (all things being equal) they are not ‘capable’ of continuing a pregnancy for all of 290 days and, if they ‘cannot’ provide for the child, allowing the child to be adopted. You deny them their ‘right’ to carry that baby to term so that the baby can live.
You further punish them in the fact that you kill that baby.
I can just imagine the scenario–and don’t think that I don’t have sympathy for suffering, but we all suffer at times, unfairly, and we can’t always take the easy way out. . .and most times, we shouldn’t even try to.
You kill that mother’s child, that father’s child. You kill your own granddaughter or grandson because
“Well, dont’ you know, the time is just not right. We can’t have a baby now. I don’t want to have to deal with either helping my daughter and her boyfriend to become parents, or helping them to handle the legal consequences and putting the child up for adoption. I don’t want to have to deal with the ‘fact’ that this child is coming. . .so because it is ‘the wrong time, the wrong father, the wrong age’. . .I’ll just have the child killed. There. No more problems. I’ll let the mother and father go on living the rest of their lives knowing that they let their child be killed rather than take less trouble (timewise) and less expense to arrange for the child’s adoption than they would to take out a college loan. I’ll accept that for the rest of my life I will live with the knowledge, every anniversary of the abortion date, that had I not been so selfishly concerned about what I felt was 'the wrong time, the wrong age, the wrong Dad”, there would be a child growing up–a child with perhaps my eyes, or my mother’s talent for mimicry. . . a child with infinite potential. . .but I didn’t want to have to deal with this ‘now’. . .because it was the wrong time, the wrong age, the wrong dad. I didn’t want to deal with the pressure. I told myself it was for my daughter. . . and some of it was. . .but most of it was the pressure it would have been on me. How
would have looked to the neighbors. How would have looked to other family members. How assumed that since I had ‘failed’ as a mother (imagine, my daughter an unwed mother) that I would ‘fail’ this child too. Why, I just couldn’t take that risk, now could I? Not when everything was either going along so well that I wanted nothing to ‘shatter’ it. . .or when everything was already going poorly and I was sure that ‘one more thing’ would plunge our family into a maelstrom we would never escape. Funny, though. . .as life went on, things we couldn’t stop as easily as this child’s birth ‘shattered’ our perfect life. . .but the world went on turning and we got through. Or things happened in our already crazy world that we could not stop as easily as we stopped this child’s heart beat. . .and the world went on turning and we got through.
Or then again, maybe not so funny".