Category Archives: Faith
Frederick Buechner on Abortion
SPEAKING AGAINST abortion, someone has said, “No one should be denied access to the great feast of life,” to which the rebuttal, obviously enough, is that life isn’t much of a feast for the child born to people who don’t want it or can’t afford it or are one way or another incapable of taking care of it and will one way or another probably end up abusing or abandoning it.
And yet, and yet. Who knows what treasure life may hold for even such a child as that, or what a treasure even such a child as that may grow up to become? To bear a child even under the best of circumstances, or to abort a child even under the worst—the risks are hair-raising either way and the results incalculable.
How would Jesus himself decide, he who is hailed as Lord of Life and yet who says that it is not the ones who, like an abortionist, can kill the body we should fear but the ones who can kill body and soul together the way only the world into which it is born can kill the unloved, unwanted child (Matthew 10:28)?
There is perhaps no better illustration of the truth that in an imperfect world there are no perfect solutions. All we can do, as Luther said, is sin bravely, which is to say (a) know that neither to have the child nor not to have the child is without the possibility of tragic consequences for everybody yet (b) be brave in knowing also that not even that can put us beyond the forgiving love of God.
Frederick Buechner, Whistling in the Dark
The First Day of Preschool – Mother’s Day Contest Entry
By Sharada
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I would surf the internet for information on babies and children and what to expect from motherhood. I came across an interesting article that explained that the importance of early learning especially for infants and had flash cards for numeracy and reading skills. I was thrilled to come upon this information and started building high hopes and expectations of what I was going to do for my child. I was going to be this super mom, who would do flash cards right from infancy, never use disposable diapers, only feed her organic homemade food and basically be a perfect, flawless parent – creating a perfect, flawless babyhood and childhood for my soon-to-be-born baby.
Enter reality with childbirth and all my high aspirations went flying out of the window. My determination to not use disposable diapers didn’t last more than a few days. I couldn’t remember where the flash cards were, and used that as an excuse to not do them. And although my daughter’s first solid meals were all homemade, I relied on store-bought baby food later. I had settled to what I thought was mediocre parenting.
Then came the biggest and most painful decision of my life; I had to go back to work, leaving my nine-month-old baby at daycare. My ambitions for a perfect motherhood were crushed. What was worse was that those aspirations, dreams, and ambitions lingered in my mind and heart as failures. Although my beautiful daughter was friendly and cheerful and adjusted very quickly to daycare and the kids there, I constantly battled motherhood with feelings of incapacity, inadequacy and failure.
Two years passed and my little girl was ready to join preschool. I was confident that she would have no problems going to a new place and meeting new kids. She was always friendly and excited to see new people and never really showed separation anxiety. On the big day, in her new uniform and school bag and school shoes, her dad and I proudly walked with her to the new school.
When we kissed her and said bye she began to … CRY! We tried telling her about the fun things she would do and the new friends she would make. She calmed down a little but was still clearly upset. I couldn’t believe it and was heartbroken. The teacher asked us to say bye again and leave calmly so we did. As miserable as I was leaving her at daycare, I had a tiny consolation that she wasn’t going through separation anxiety and was happy. Now that she was upset and crying made it all the more difficult and painful for me.
But as I walked out of the gates, something happened. Seeing my daughter cry on her first day of preschool pushed something in me to be strong, not just for her but myself too. I realized this was life. I cannot predict or control everything. I could go to work feeling worried and upset for her, or I could go to work praying for her and feeling proud that my daughter has entered preschool. I could choose to be strong and positive instead of weak and sad.
That one change in thought brought a whole new outlook to my parenting and my view of me as a mother. I might not have had the opportunity to be with her at home fulfilling all those super mom dreams. But I made the most I could with every minute I had with her. I wasn’t able to do flash cards or other great early learning programs, but I managed to read to my baby every night. I taught her colors, numbers, shapes and the alphabet while juggling a full-time job and housework. I might not have taught my child to read by age two but I did imbibe in her an important love for learning. I did not have quantity but I did give her quality.
That day, as I walked out of the gates of that pre-school I realized I was a supermom! I just had to let myself feel it!
P.S. Six months after starting preschool, my daughter is well adjusted and happy!
About Sharada: I am a mother of a three-and-a-half year old girl. I am married to a caring and loving man and live in the UAE. I work as a Teaching Assistant in an American school and I love my job, but I love being a mom the most.
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My Mother’s Love is Priceless – Mother’s Day Contest Entry
My Mother’s Love is Priceless
By Surunda Franklin
Someone special to me is my mother. I am the firstborn of six siblings. My mother told me that she wanted two children and my father wanted four; they both got what they asked for.
When I was eleven years old, I began having excruciating headaches. She took me to see many doctors trying to get me help but no one knew what was wrong with me. Some said, “Maybe it is her eyes,” and others said, “It might be her menstrual cycle beginning.” One doctor suggested seeing a neurologist at Semmes Murphy Clinic. The doctor ran many tests and found nothing.
He told my mother there was one other test he could do but it was life threatening. My mother and father discussed the situation and spoke to a minister. They took his words and had the procedure done.
When the doctor received the results, he told my parents that I had a pituitary tumor and it was mandatory that I have surgery. During the surgery, part of my pituitary had to be removed. The operation went fine; afterward, I had many doctor visits and cobalt radiation treatments.
On one of my doctor visits to remove my stitches, my mother mentioned to the nurse that it looks like she missed a stitch. The nurse told her it was only the scar of healing skin. My mother continued to watch the area on my head and noticed it was not healing and that it was sore to the touch. She immediately took me back to the doctor.
The doctor examined my head and said that a stitch had been left and it was under the skin and need to be removed. A nurse came in and proceeded to remove the stitch. It was so very painful, I could hardly keep still.
My mother held my hand and I squeezed hers. The stitch was out before I knew it.
Months passed and it was time for another checkup. When the doctor was examining my head, he noticed the place where the stitch was had still not healed. Many procedures were done to examine my head. When the doctor got the results back, he told my mother that I would have to have surgery to remove the bone from my head because it had become infected.
My mother came to me and said, “Your father and I love you. It is going to be okay.” I held onto those words as I went through another surgery and the bone on the left side of my forehead was removed. A metal plate was put in place of the missing bone. It was defected and not long afterward, I had to have surgery again.
Through these frightening and life-threatening issues, my mother was with me every day. She told me many times, “I love you and I will not leave you.”
After going through many surgeries and treatments, I am alive today thanks to GOD and my mother loving me and determining to keep me alive. That is why my mother’s love is priceless.
About Surunda Franklin: I am a devoted homemaker with four beautiful stepchildren and a great husband. I live in Jackson, TN, and have lived here all my life. I am five feet, with light brown skin, and long black hair. I got married for the first time in February of 2013 and I am enjoying life.
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Snapshot – Mother’s Day Contest Entry
July, 2011.
I ease my Honda Pilot into a parking space at the local YMCA. Ten minutes until the kids’ swim lessons start. Plenty of time to return a text message I received while driving. I pull out my phone but leave the air conditioning running. It’s mid-morning on a hot summer day in the inland suburbs of San Diego. Even my two-minute text would leave the kids and me sticky and flushed by the time we opened the car doors.
Three-year-old Keira unbuckles her car seat and slithers to the back seat air controls. She plops down in front of the vents and turns the knob to the highest setting.
“Keira!” Six-year-old Jared frowns at his sister and adjusts the air conditioning back to low. “Don’t do that. It uses gas which makes pollution, and that’s bad for the environment.”
An idealist.
Ten-year-old Shane chimes in from his place on the back bench. “Yeah, plus gas costs a lot of money. You’re wasting money.”
A pragmatist.
Keira stares at her big brothers’ faces and, without a word, cranks the knob full-blast.
An independent.
Every once in a while, God gives me a special moment in the midst of the mundane. This two-minute pause in a YMCA parking lot on a hot summer morning was just such a moment. There couldn’t have been a more perfect, distinct snapshot into the unique personalities of my three children.
These moments tend to make me reflective. This particular occurrence first incited giggles because my daughter is unendingly sassy, and sometimes it seems as if she was put on the planet for the sole purpose of foiling her brothers.
But then I was struck with awe that these little people—each with the same biological parents and raised in the same environment—has been distinctively crafted by a Master Craftsman. They all have their own strengths and challenges that filter down to me and their dad as parenting challenges. But mostly, this realization reinforces my belief that these three people were chosen specifically for me to raise. As they are uniquely crafted, I’m uniquely equipped to mold them into the people they’re meant to become.
About Lindsay Franklin: I’m a stay-at-home, homeschooling mother of three by day, a YA fantasy and contemporary novelist by night. I moonlight as Senior Operations Manager for Splickety Publishing Group. Needs: more sleep, less backtalk.
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