Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Blog for Choice

Blog for Choice Day

As a 30 year old woman, living in the United States, I am in the enviable position of never having lived in a time when I did not have the right to choose. Today is the 35th anniversary of the landmark decision by the United States Supreme Court that granted me, and the millions of other women in this country, that right. Roe v. Wade is not about abortion. It is about choice. It is about the power to control the path one’s life takes, whether that path should include a child or not. Roe v. Wade is about making personal decisions without the interference or intervention of any outside authority. It is about privacy in making those decisions. I have never been in the position of having to make the decision to terminate a pregnancy. But at 17, working as a peer crisis counselor, I listened to girls who had. I held their hands. I hugged them and stroked their hair as they sobbed about the horrible decisions they were faced with making. I can tell you that not one of them took the responsibility of making that decision lightly. Not one of them was happy to have to make it. But every last one of them was happy to have it available. And so am I. It does not matter whether you could choose abortion for yourself. It does not matter what circumstances lead any woman to that decision. All that matters is that the choice be available. Now, more than at any other time since the ruling was made, the right to choose is in danger of being revoked. Many of the conservative candidates in the current presidential race would have your rights stripped to satisfy their moral code, their vision, their version of God. In order for our daughters, our nieces, our young women of today to have the right to choose, we need to stand up. We need to fight to protect the rights our mothers fought so hard to win for us. Stand up. Add your voice to those already demanding Roe v. Wade be upheld and our right to privacy maintained. Vote for a Pro-Choice candidate.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Dear Oscar,

It's been a whole year since you entered our lives. It's been an amazing year of growth, and change, and getting to know the awesome little man that is you.
I don't think I'll ever be able to fully explain to you how happy I was the day I found out I was pregnant, what joy feeling you grow strong and healthy inside me brought, or just how awe-struck I was the first time I saw your handsome little face. You were not the baby I was expecting to meet, but you could not be more perfect, more beautiful, more mine. Your enthusiasm, excitement, and sheer zest for life are intoxicating. Every day is filled with fun and adventure, and a million little miracles I'd otherwise never get to see.
You light up every room and melt every heart you enter. Thank you, baby boy, for choosing me to be your mama. It's only been a year, but it feels like you've always been a part of this life and this family.
I can't wait to see what great things you have in store for the world. No matter what they are, I know they will be amazing. I'm just honored to get to go along for the ride.

Love always,

Mama

Monday, January 7, 2008

I've been demoted.

Victor used to tell me that I was the 'best mom in the whole wide world.' Today I got demoted. We were out running errands after lunch, and he hopped out of the car. He looked up at me and said "I love you mama. You're the best mom in Roseville." I said "In Roseville, huh? I thought I was the best mom in the whole wide world." He responded "You were! But then you wouldn't let me have Starbursts for lunch AND you made me take a nap. So now it's just Roseville. Sucks for you!" And with that he ran up to the sidewalk and did a little dance just to drive home his point. I swear, this kid.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Dear Gall Bladder,

Hi. It's me. I hate you. I'm not sad you're gone. You made my intestinal life a living hell for the better part of two years and, for that, I celebrate your demise. You tried to ruin Christmas, but I held you off. I thought you were going to win there for a minute, but I am stubborn and you, well, you were just a pissy little pear shaped organ. No match for the surgeon's blade were you. Mwahahahaha. I will gleefully display your little granuals of hate now that you've been ripped out and done away with. Good bye my nemesis. I will eat pizza and enjoy it in your absence.

Sincerely,


Me


PS: Surgery and liquid stitches suck, but they are well worth it to be rid of you!