Hilemanhouse
03-17-2008, 12:44 AM
That choice telling you hello.
Carolyn Hileman
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Black patent leather shoes, white tights, black velvet dress, blonde ringlet curls, chubby cheeks just right for pinching, cherubic nose and an angels smile, she has her tiny little hand wrapped around you’re finger and you wrapped around hers. Cowboy boots one size to big, blue jeans one leg inside the boot the other out, dress shirt you neatly tucked in this morning now hanging down above the jeans, beautiful black hair, a smile that could light up the darkest night, he has you wrapped completely around his finger and you swear he is working on other body parts to wrap you around. He is every bit a part of you and the love that made him, you can see the resemblance of you and you’re love in every single thing he does. They are priceless, indispensable, and they own your heart and soul and you are left to wonder when you look at them how anyone could ever call them a choice.
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You’ve cleaned up the orange juice he spilled; you have fluffed their pillows, and given them a glass of water at bed time even though you knew it was just their way of staying up a few minutes longer. You have chased monsters from under the bed, sang them lullabies, kissed their scrapes and bruises and even eaten mud cake just so you would not be subject to that bottom lip quivering, you are hopelessly, endlessly in love with watching this human miracle grow and you thank God for each and every moment you have been given with them and you wonder why some people will never get to experience this wonder. Be it convenience or be it lack of understanding but somewhere along the way these wonderful creatures that God bestowed upon us became nothing more than a choice a decision to end a perfect life.
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You can argue all the science you wish, you can show pictures to back up you’re theory, you can claim that they are not real living being till the world ends but you can never ever prove that the non entity growing in that womb if left alone will not become yet another one of those miracles holding on tightly to Momma’s hand. We can debate rights, a woman’s right to chose, a mans right to chose by default, you can point to all the evidence, you can march in the streets but you cannot tell a pregnant mother who has lost her baby in the first or second trimester that it is OK because they were never alive to begin with. When you have felt the stirring of that baby in you’re womb and you didn’t dare hope but waited for the test to be complete, you knew that baby, you can call it a choice, but a choice is a decision you make, not a baby that you feel stirring inside you and all the science in the world will not take away that feeling, abortion may destroy that feeling but you cannot deny that you felt it.
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You simply cannot argue with results, you may be able to alter them for your convenience, but you cannot even after reading every single Planned Parenthood pamphlets deny that if left alone that baby would one day be holding your finger too. I know life can sometimes be rough; that you do not feel equipped to raise a child, that an unplanned pregnancy can sometimes seem that it is ruining your life. If that is the case there are millions of couples who would love to raise that little one, to change their diaper, wake up at two in the morning, kiss the boo boo’s and love that little child that is growing inside you, before you decide that this is just another boring lecture that will set woman’s rights back twenty years ask yourself if this is what those women fought so hard to obtain, is this the rights they so desperately fought for? The right to kill the end result? The right to deprive a child of life, deprive a mother of the joys of motherhood? I think not, they did not fight to make that precious hand disappear, those cowboy boots to stay on the store shelf.
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Unless you can tell us without a shadow of a doubt that the baby growing in your womb if left alone would not become a little girl or boy then your theory is fatally flawed. You may believe that you have a right to do with your body as you wish, but do you honestly believe that you have a right to do anything you wish to another body? If it makes you feel better not to think about the child that would be if you just left it alone, if it is just another stand for women’s rights please know you are not standing for people like me, people who love their children, people who loved and lost a baby, you are not standing for us, you are standing for people who honestly believe that human life has no value, that the child to be is nothing more than an inconvenience. When you feel that tiny fluttering, that sudden suspicion that you might be pregnant, the urge to buy a pregnancy test, to go to the doctor just to be sure, that my friend is that choice telling you hello.
Carolyn Hileman
<O:p http://thevoice.name/?p=7198</O:p
<O:p</O:p
Black patent leather shoes, white tights, black velvet dress, blonde ringlet curls, chubby cheeks just right for pinching, cherubic nose and an angels smile, she has her tiny little hand wrapped around you’re finger and you wrapped around hers. Cowboy boots one size to big, blue jeans one leg inside the boot the other out, dress shirt you neatly tucked in this morning now hanging down above the jeans, beautiful black hair, a smile that could light up the darkest night, he has you wrapped completely around his finger and you swear he is working on other body parts to wrap you around. He is every bit a part of you and the love that made him, you can see the resemblance of you and you’re love in every single thing he does. They are priceless, indispensable, and they own your heart and soul and you are left to wonder when you look at them how anyone could ever call them a choice.
<O:p</O:p
You’ve cleaned up the orange juice he spilled; you have fluffed their pillows, and given them a glass of water at bed time even though you knew it was just their way of staying up a few minutes longer. You have chased monsters from under the bed, sang them lullabies, kissed their scrapes and bruises and even eaten mud cake just so you would not be subject to that bottom lip quivering, you are hopelessly, endlessly in love with watching this human miracle grow and you thank God for each and every moment you have been given with them and you wonder why some people will never get to experience this wonder. Be it convenience or be it lack of understanding but somewhere along the way these wonderful creatures that God bestowed upon us became nothing more than a choice a decision to end a perfect life.
<O:p</O:p
You can argue all the science you wish, you can show pictures to back up you’re theory, you can claim that they are not real living being till the world ends but you can never ever prove that the non entity growing in that womb if left alone will not become yet another one of those miracles holding on tightly to Momma’s hand. We can debate rights, a woman’s right to chose, a mans right to chose by default, you can point to all the evidence, you can march in the streets but you cannot tell a pregnant mother who has lost her baby in the first or second trimester that it is OK because they were never alive to begin with. When you have felt the stirring of that baby in you’re womb and you didn’t dare hope but waited for the test to be complete, you knew that baby, you can call it a choice, but a choice is a decision you make, not a baby that you feel stirring inside you and all the science in the world will not take away that feeling, abortion may destroy that feeling but you cannot deny that you felt it.
<O:p</O:p
You simply cannot argue with results, you may be able to alter them for your convenience, but you cannot even after reading every single Planned Parenthood pamphlets deny that if left alone that baby would one day be holding your finger too. I know life can sometimes be rough; that you do not feel equipped to raise a child, that an unplanned pregnancy can sometimes seem that it is ruining your life. If that is the case there are millions of couples who would love to raise that little one, to change their diaper, wake up at two in the morning, kiss the boo boo’s and love that little child that is growing inside you, before you decide that this is just another boring lecture that will set woman’s rights back twenty years ask yourself if this is what those women fought so hard to obtain, is this the rights they so desperately fought for? The right to kill the end result? The right to deprive a child of life, deprive a mother of the joys of motherhood? I think not, they did not fight to make that precious hand disappear, those cowboy boots to stay on the store shelf.
<O:p</O:p
Unless you can tell us without a shadow of a doubt that the baby growing in your womb if left alone would not become a little girl or boy then your theory is fatally flawed. You may believe that you have a right to do with your body as you wish, but do you honestly believe that you have a right to do anything you wish to another body? If it makes you feel better not to think about the child that would be if you just left it alone, if it is just another stand for women’s rights please know you are not standing for people like me, people who love their children, people who loved and lost a baby, you are not standing for us, you are standing for people who honestly believe that human life has no value, that the child to be is nothing more than an inconvenience. When you feel that tiny fluttering, that sudden suspicion that you might be pregnant, the urge to buy a pregnancy test, to go to the doctor just to be sure, that my friend is that choice telling you hello.