by Anniel 10/2/15
Each child is a unique never duplicated person from the instant of his or her conception. A man may not understand this in the way a mother does, if she is true to her nature as a woman. She and the child seem joined, but in reality the child has a distinct and separate life.
At first the signs of pregnancy may not be felt, but before the woman feels the “quickening” of her child she may have “morning sickness” and know something is up. The first hint of a child’s personality can be evident from the time a discerning mother feels the baby’s movements.
Maybe we should take up the Japanese system of age and treat the date of a child’s birth as being his or her first birthday. Our youngest daughter was 14 and speaking good Japanese when she joined her brother on a trip to Yokohama and then to the northern island of Hokkaido. She told me she intended to say she was 15 because that’s when Japanese children become “grownups.” I told her she really was 15 in Japan so no lie was involved. When she returned she confessed she said she was 14 if it was advantageous (cheaper) to do so.
My husband, Bear, and I had five children. The first boy was an “explorer” both in the womb and after. I could feel him touching, questioning and learning everything in his environment. It was no surprise that from birth he has wanted to understand absolutely everything he sees. His favorite phrase was, and still is, “Dad, Mom, I have a question.”
Our oldest daughter, born just 13 months after her brother, was totally different. She moved at a slower pace before birth and took her time to figure things out after she was born. In some ways she felt threatened when she didn’t understand what was happening, so we learned to carefully explain where we were going, what we were doing, and why.
Our second boy was born only 17 months after his sister. Before birth he made large and powerful movements, constantly turning end over end, even when he was just days from his due date. It felt very strange and scared our friend’s children when my smock rose and fell. The pediatrician held the kid up dangling from his thumbs the day after he was born and was amazed at his muscles. He crawled, walked and climbed everything very early. He is still the sportsman in the family and very graceful (he also says he’s the most handsome).
Our third boy was born almost 3-1/2 years later, and I could feel how happy he was, even before birth. He loves everyone and everything so everyone returns the favor. He’s a great big, tall jokester who loves all the grandchildren in the family almost equally with his own three girls. Even in times of trial he pulls through gratefully.
The baby, a girl, was endlessly fascinating, both before birth and after. She was another explorer, born looking around to see what was going on and where she was. She was my only C-Section because she was butt down and could not be turned. She stubbornly held on to her ankles and would not let go. Is she still stubborn? Of course, just like those things called facts.
The fact is that tiny hearts beat, systems and organs form, brains grow, and hands and feet, complete with tiny nails, begin developing very early in gestation.
The lies that have emanated from the penumbra of Roe v. Wade are pernicious, as are the defenders of Planned Parenthood, whether they be from the organization or the government that supports and maintains it.
This little one was aborted still moving and with a beating heart. Who would he have been and who would he have blessed?
Each baby is a unique gift from our Creator God, to be cherished and protected because it will not come again. • (1314 views)