Praying for those who go through with abortions

“Mom,” my then-20-year-old son called, “this girl I know and saw at a party told me she had a really important decision to make.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Mom, do you think she was talking about an abortion?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

The girl, I’ll call her Laurie, was a 16-year-old high school junior. About a month later he saw her again.

“She had the abortion at the abortion place Planned Parenthood, and they gave her a patch or, I don’t know, so she wouldn’t get pregnant again. She said the baby didn’t feel any pain. And I told her that wasn’t true.”

“Honey,” I said to him. “Be kind to her. When the due date for her child’s birth comes, she will have a difficult time.”

My son just shook his head disgusted. Through further queries, I found out a 19-year-old had impregnated Laurie and another young girl about the same time. My youngest son is coming up against a moral value system that is in conflict with what he and his four brothers were taught at home. He was raised by me, a feminist mother and his father to respect women and not use them. He sees a culture that puts no more importance on the sexual act than one would about scratching oneself.

Recently, I asked him how Laurie was doing. It had been about a year since her abortion. “She’s a meth head.” He told me.

“Is she still in high school?” I asked. “Nope. Just messing around,” he answered. “Be a friend to her.” I said.

“I don’t want anything to do with those druggies,” he replied.

“Then pray for her.” I said. “I do. Every day.” MARY EILEEN AMEIGH

Centerton