Chiseling Away Their Innocence

My mom asked if she could take our two daughters, ages 9 and 7, to the annual MCCL (Minnesota Citizens Concerned for Life) Banquet in town on Sunday. My husband and I readily agreed, thinking it would be a good opportunity for both of them to support a wonderful organization.

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

Our second daughter's reaction was a bit different than our first. Our first daughter was devastated, and her eyes filled with tears. Our second daughter was devastated, but she instantly began to debate the issue and tell us all the reasons why it was wrong.

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.