On the way to the banquet hall, I realized our 7 year old didn't know what an abortion was. The subject had come up two years ago with our older daughter, which I wrote about here. Knowing our 7 year old was about to enter a building where the topic would be discussed, my husband and I felt it was best if she heard it from us first...
I abhor, with all the passion inside of me, the look on my sweet children's faces when I tell them the horrible truth for the first time. It's this terrible, tragic, devastated look of unbelief, followed by an avalanche of questions--many of which I have no answer.
|Memorial for Unborn Children, by Martin Hudáček|
As our beautiful little girl walked inside the banquet hall to learn about the millions of lives taken tragically at the choice of their mothers, I couldn't help but think we had been forced to chisel one more notch out of her innocence. And that makes me sadder than almost anything else I've experienced as a mother.