I was given the "forbidden" message at KritikalMess before I even got to read the Spark that Bled. But I'm always spoilin' for something to rant about, I am withdrawing my two cents from the account of the kids who are unwanted. My job, everyday, is to help the misfits of South High School find a way in to the World. They are lost and confused and broken. They need to be fixed. And I can say without equivocation that a primary ingredient in the poisoned emotional stew they have been served is the Lack of Quality Parenting. Many, if not most, of these guys don't have fathers. If they do, they are typically jackasses who beat down their self-esteem and Will (and sometimes their bodies) nightly. Moms are invariably stressed and hollowed out, with nothing to give. Don't think for a moment that I am going to suggest that my little darlings should have been aborted. I adore every last one of them, and I will save them all. [Yes, I will.] But if there are couples right now, today, who recognize that they are not ready, not prepared, who understand that they cannot be Parents at this time--and if they have gotten pregnant--I want them to have a choice. I want them to have an option. If there were no more broken kids to come into my room each day, I would be happy as all shit. If abortion-as-birth-control may reduce that number, so be it.
As far as babies who are going to be born and be raised by parents who Kick Ass--I am going to stir up the BlogSpice (the replacement for Ginger?) and ask if JimA and Dani have considered doing the midwife thing at a birthing facility. I don't know what is available around here, but as a Friend of Mom and Dad and de facto Pal to the New Kid, I just worry about those unforeseen complications that could require all that nifty medical equipment (including the machine that goes "Ping!"). My sister delivered little Gracerina (who will be one year old this coming Saturday) in a cozy little birthing center with a midwife. The room felt warm and yummy, but right behind a door were all the marvels of modern medicine, just in case. There was even a short moment of trepidation, as Grace, in her typically deviant fashion, decided to wrap her umbilical cord around her neck at the last minute. It was a harrying time, but everything turned out ok. None of the machinery, etc. was needed, but I was glad to know it was there. All right. Those are my thoughts on the matter. I don't mean to be a Nervous Nellie, not do I want to suggest that problems are likely, but man, this shit is too important. I love you kids too much to not run my mouth off this time. In the end, of course, I trust you to choose the course that is right for you, and will back you all the way.
Ok, I will shut my mouth now, except to remind you all that...
New friends really kick ass.
