It was the beginning of the Thanksgiving weekend and although Kara was going through the motions of preparing a traditional turkey dinner, her heart wasn’t in it. It felt like there was nothing to celebrate.
There is pro-choice rhetoric that claims pro-life advocates of having little interest in the wellbeing of mother and babe past the initial decision to decline abortion. This story is a celebration of the community that rallied around my mom and me in my first years of life, a violation of trust and innocence and how ultimately love and forgiveness overcomes all.
Easter is just over a week away and it brings to mind a springtime long weekend, pastels, bunnies, chickees, eggs, and CHOCOLATE! It also includes a festive Sunday morning church service with best dresses, excited musical pageantry over Christ’s triumphant resurrection and an afternoon with family around an abundant table. Tucked in there is the somber assembly on Good Friday for those who choose to acknowledge it and the violence that makes all the other celebrations as intensely beautiful as they are.
Even as I felt fear gripping my heart and the urge to apologize to everyone and say it was all a terrible reaction to an overly emotional day, I felt a calm settle over me.