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A tribute to Moms on Mother’s Day

by | May 11, 2019

By Dave Andrusko

As everyone knows it’s only two more days until Mother’s Day. But if you are a pro-abortionist of a certain stripe who reads NRL News Today posts (and there are more than you think who take a peek), just a mention is enough to infuriate you.

Why? There are probably a hundred reasons—or over 61 million. What I do know for sure is that when we celebrate (a word that will make their teeth grind) what our moms have done for us, to many pro-abortionists this is code for “keeping women in their place.”

Even worse (and I do mean worse) they believe to talk about sacrifice serves no purpose other than to limit women, to contract their horizons, to insist that a woman who is not a mother is “defective” (as more than one hyperventilating pro-abortionist has put it).

That this bears no resemblance to anything and is more a reflection their own insecurities than anything we have (or could do) is just more evidence to them that we “don’t get it.”

If I may, I’d like to say a few things about mothers and Mother’s Day, starting with my own mom who died much too early.

She was the oldest of twelve (11 girls and one boy!) and she and her siblings grew up during the depression. Times were desperately tough.

An academic whiz, she gave up a great deal to help raise her siblings; her own mother was widowed at an early age. Then mom sacrificed for her own children—all seven of us. She never complained even though, financially, we always lived on the brink.

By her deeds my mom taught me how to be a parent. If I am 1/10 as good, I will consider myself a huge success.

Abortion was (as they say) not an issue as my six siblings and I grew up. We did have an unplanned teenage pregnancy among my cousins. I was never prouder of my dad than I was for the encouragement and support and love he showered on her.

As I reflect back on the previous two sentences, I realize I was watching…and learning…and internalizing an attitude toward crisis pregnancies and our obligation to help. My dad was unintentionally modeling behavior which I absorbed unsuspectingly.

Likewise to the reality of unborn life. It’s now been almost 50 years, but I remember like it was yesterday when my mother asked me to place my hand on her stomach.

I felt my youngest brother move! I’m not sure there ever could have been a chance that I would accidentally wander into the “pro-choice” camp, but there surely was none after that revelation.

We all know the fundamental irony of today’s battle over life. We now know a gazillion times more about what (who) was once an almost invisible passenger: the unborn child. People of my generation could not “know” there really was someone there until roughly midway in the second trimester when the baby started to do some serious squirming.

Now we have real-time, full-color ultrasounds where starting very early we can see the baby as she grows–and in unprecedented detail. Some of what you see will knock your socks off. And these sonograms are making their way into albums, on refrigerator doors, in countless movies and television programs, and, of course, in advertising.

To which pro-abortionists sniff, so what?

None of that counts. The child’s development; our moral obligation to a baby who did not will herself into existence; even her ability to experience unimaginable pain while her life is snuffed out is all beside the point. Which is?

It’s the mother’s “right” to do what she will with her helpless, wholly dependent unborn child. Which brings us full-circle.

A true parent—mother or father—does not use the language of “rights” as a club to beat their child to death. If the powerlessness of an utterly helpless unborn child does not awaken out conscience, then God help us.

I thank all those moms who do most of the unglamorous but absolutely essentially work of holding families together. I thank them not just the one day a year we officially acknowledge their indispensable contributions, but for all 365.

Happy Mother’s Day to you all, and especially to Lisa, my precious wife.

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