A group of students, all seventeen year old girls, were discussing the subject of abortion. One student was quite adamant in her opinion that a woman should have an abortion instead of considering adoption, for “how would you like to grow up to know your mother didn’t want you?” No one could convince her that adoption to loving parents might overcome any feelings of rejection that a child might have later in life. Her argument was that it was better to abort “than to have an unhappy child that would suffer for the rest of its life”. So sure and confident in her opinion, it was really so black and white to her – unhappiness was enough to warrant abortion.
Another student said that if she fell pregnant now, at the age of seventeen, that she would choose adoption as she knew she could not handle parenting at her present stage of life, that at a later time, she would certainly keep her child. However, she did advocate abortion in incidences of rape or health reasons. She saw all the shades of grey within the debate.
Both saw a foetus, in its early days of life so differently. One as a mass of cells; the other as a baby.
I know it is an age old and continuing debate, and they did not resolve it today. What was interesting to me, was that the girl who argued for adoption came from a traditional family, with loving parents and a stable home life. The girl who was so in favour of abortion can from a troubled family.
As a teacher I couldn’t help but wonder about what might have been going unsaid by the pro-abortion advocate, but also what her opinion might be in the years to come…