Thursday, March 1, 2012

Why Pro-Life?



I posted this link: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/9113394/Killing-babies-no-different-from-abortion-experts-say.html on my other blog and how horrified I was by it. I received several comments that I responded to in the following manner:

Q: Why be pro-life? I mean, do you know what hyperemesis gravidarum, pre-eclampsia, and ectopic pregnancies are? Do you know how physically hellish pregnancy can be for a woman? Do you know all of the different ways that pregnancy can cause mental and emotional distress to a woman? Do you know how emotionally scarring it can be to give a child up for adoption? Or do you just not care about any of that, which proves that your views on this issue are incredibly hateful?

A: I’ve never been pregnant, but actually I know very well what a pre-eclampsia pregnancy is like, I have firsthand experience in fact. Let me introduce you to my mother, she’s given birth to nine children in nine pregnancies, three of which were pre-eclampsia, one of which was me: thus the first hand experience. So no, I’ve never been pregnant, or given birth but I have been very closely involved with my mother’s pregnancies and the births of my sibling, and I know how painful they can be. Yes, pregnancy is hellish, that I know from experience.

But you know what else I’ve been experienced? Waking up every morning the past 6 years to a pair of big blue eyes and curly blonde hair bouncing wildly as my little sister begs me to play with her. I’ve cried with joy when a couple who’s been married 10 years and were unable to have children brought home their adopted son from the hospital. I’ve had split-my-side laughing hilarious conversation with my twin cousins who were born with cerebral palsy and are some of the sweetest kindest people I know.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to give your child away, but at least your child would be ALIVE somewhere, you might feel guilty that you weren’t able to give them the life you wanted for them, but at least you gave them one. I’m pretty sure that guilt would be a lot easier to bear than the guilt of never giving them life at all.

I remember the feeling of emptiness I felt after my family lost a baby to miscarriage; it was like someone had punched me in the gut and then followed up with a series of jabs to my ribs until I couldn’t breathe. The thought of the life that never was still makes my heart ache. Why anyone would purposely bring that on themselves is beyond my realm of understanding.

The subject of abortion is a very emotional one for me because of the simple fact that I love children. As a children’s librarian at a public library I see children from all walks of life, from families that can and cannot afford them and low income and high and I can honestly say I love them all, there is nothing more beautiful to me than the potential in a young child and I firmly believe no matter what the circumstances any child has the opportunity to change the world, and will, because no life is a waste. When I read articles like the one posted earlier I feel sick, and I can do nothing but mourn, I sincerely mourn these children who were not thought as much a “person” as I am to be dignified with the right to a life. I do not hate the people who get abortions; but I do grieve the choice they made. I cry for their child even if they do not because that child deserves the dignity of someone to mourn for them and I am willing to take that burden on.

Q: That fetus could also grow up to be the next Hitler. Seriously, that rationale is so old and makes no sense. Also, no babies are involved in an abortion. Their fetuses. And if you insist on using that rhetoric, what if that woman who had been forced to undergo a pregnancy she didn't want instead of allowing her to obtain an abortion, could have made something out of her life during that time that made her the next Nobel Peace winner? That "what if" stuff is a juvenile way of arguing a point.

A: So you’re insinuating that a pregnant woman couldn’t win the Nobel Peace Prize? My 45 year old mother homeschooled 8 children, ran a business, and traveled across the United States and internationally multiple times while pregnant with my youngest sister. Let me tell you, the woman deserves some type of prize.

One thing the article proves that if we justify abortions of supposed “not babies” it’s the same as justifying the killing of a newborn. Do you consider a newborn a baby if a “fetus” isn’t one?

If so, this begs the question, when is a child no longer a newborn? At what age is this going to become illegal? When they start school? When they start a job and begin contributing to society? Before you go accusing me of slippery slope I beg you to consider where this could lead. If babies are not considered “people” what about mentally disabled people who’s intelligence level is barely above that of a baby? And if we’re including mental disabilities, what about other ones? Why not expand it to the deaf, dumb, blind and those who are unable to walk? What if they prove that people with blonde hair really are less intelligent? Does that classify them as “not people”? Why don’t we kill them off too?

Oddly enough that’s pretty much the exact thing the Nazi were doing, only at that point blondes were considered better because they coincidentally were all blonde. Not only did they kill millions of Jews they also gassed the elderly and disabled. In justifying the murders of unborn children by discounting the concept of the potential that is never given the chance to show it’s self you are in fact representing an idea Hitler himself believed.

When I say “what if” I’m asking you to consider what all the phrase “obtain an abortion” means. It means purposely deciding there isn’t going to ever be an answer to the “what ifs”. Ever. Have you ever held a newborn baby and seen the massive intelligence in their eyes? It is a beautiful feeling and one the most wonderful parts of this life.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

2012 Wante-lutions


Save $1,000 up for Le Trip of Awesome to England

Actually finish a NaNo novel

Finish my first two semesters of college with decent grades without losing my sanity

Read The Hobbit

Read all C.S. Lewis books not previously enjoyed

Keep track of all books read this year. At least 52.

Be less self-absorbed




(Because everyone and their Uncle make resolutions and I have this thing about going against what's popular. Some call it being stubborn, I call it healthy independence)

Monday, January 2, 2012

"A Ball? I long for a Ball!"

This weekend I was lucky enough to spend a magical evening with some dear friends at a Regency Christmas Ball.



We were all dressed to the nines and quite snobby about it ;P



Not everyone was overly excited to be there (or at least he claimed so with his "just shoot me now" pictures)



There were hours of lively dancing





In a beautiful hall



And some of my favorite people to chat with while nibbling on scrumptious food!




All in all we had a lovely evening of fun, beauty and elegance...



Well... mostly elegant.



We tried at least.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

My First Christmas Tree

Why should it be traditional?


I spent all weekend putting my “Book Tree” up at the library. A lot of carting old encyclopedia sets up from the dungeon, stacking, re-stacking, and yet again repositioning to try to make them look like a short squaty red Christmas Tree.






Then I precariously balanced a star atop of it all.





It didn’t turn out exactly how I planned, but I’m pleased. Besides, what other job would I be allowed to cut paper snowflakes out to my heart content?





That's right people, a lot of sweat and (possibly tears) went into this, don't you dare destroy it.




I love my job :-)

Saturday, November 12, 2011

In Defense of Happiness.

I'm a happy person.

It's a simple truth. I've never actually poled my circle of acquaintances and friends, but I'm confident that if I did, the majority of them would agree. Lydia is a happy person.
I used to be proud of this fact. Or at least I took it for granted. I knew there were not-happy people in the world, I knew depression is a serious problem for many. But I was secure in my identity as someone who didn't deal with that, and I have to admit there was a measure of "What is their problem?" in my attitude that I'm ashamed of now.
Time has gone by, I've grown up. And while I'm still a happy person, it's not the same simple truth. It's not simple at all. I've realized how much work I've had to slowly begin putting into my optimism. It's not as easy as it once was. But it's still worth it to me for a lot of different reasons.
I wish I had more even keeled emotions. I wish I could not take everything so much to heart. I wish I wasn't so determined to find the silver lining. Sometimes I wish I could be grumpy all day long. That I could actually go a couple of hours without laughing. That I wasn't wired to act happy when I'm really not. Because... it gets tiring, and it's hard.
Lately in my reading and observing I've noticed a surprising prejudiced against happy people that I took (probably too much) to heart. If you go by popular culture's definition, happy people are naive, annoying, get in the way and are just plain useless. If anything, they're cute, comic relief. A general misconception about happy people is that we have it easy, we have no worries, otherwise we'd wouldn't be happy. Believe me, that's not the case. Now I'm just fine with being thought cute, and I believe this world wouldn't suffer if comic relief was valued a tad more. But do people find my general optimism annoying and unrealistic?
I certainly hope not, but I honestly don't know.
I heard someone say once that we live in the age where we are drowning in information and starving for knowledge. Kids grow up so fast, they learn of the horrors of the world and lose their wide-eyed innocence and replace it with world-weariness much too soon. I'm not saying I can scientifically prove this but it seems to me the more horrors a person knows the less happy they're likely to be.
I'll freely admit I've led a sheltered life, that I'm blind to many things normal people deal with daily, but I'm twenty years old, I'm not a child anymore. I've known sadness. Some of the sadness was obvious, the death of a family member, a public humiliation. Some of it was deeply personal, life ruinous difficulties that I never talk about, and kept a secret. Secrets I'm planning on keeping it that secrets.
I can't speak for all optimists but I know for me happiness really is a choice. I get up in the morning. I look in the mirror before starting my day and I put a smile on. Because that's who I am, and always have been, if I feel like it that day or not. I choose to bury my sadness and not dwell on it. And mostly it works out okay. Optimists aren't happy because we don't have anything to be sad about. We're happy because that's how we deal with sadness. And when we do get upset, it's something serious, so pay attention.
We all have bad days, I am no exception. When things build to a head for me I'm suddenly reminded of all the things I've been being happy about, that I didn't want to be. The things I bury in order to present the smile everyone is accustom to. Things I don't want to be happy about, but do anyway for no better reason than the fact that I'm a happy person. I don't get depressed, I'm not allowed to.
But when I do...
Boy it's drastic.
Because it scares me to confront it all, because I'm not good at being depressed, I honestly can't handle it. I usually go on a cleaning spree (and I HATE cleaning) as an effort to distract myself. (In case you were wondering, my room is currently spotless.)
My point with sharing this is to start a defense for happy people against prejudiced. If you have a happy person in your life that you find a bit too happy, if you ever rolled your eyes and thought "Have they got a shock coming..." try and consider that maybe the shock has already come, there's a good chance they don't always feel as cheery as the smile on their face suggests.

So basically: Hug a happy person today. They need it just as much as anyone.

(I should point out that I have nothing agasinst pessimistic people, I just don't like when they hate on optimists)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Did I Mention I Write for a Magazine?

Well, it's an e-zine, and it's called Femnista, it's amazing, and the new issue just came out this weekend!! You can find the link to read or download it here: http://www.charitysplace.com My column is on page 16, but I encourage you to read all the other lovely articles covering Austen, Dickens, Bronte and To Kill a Mocking Bird.
Enjoy!

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