feel like I'm speaking for all mothers. I want to say to my daughter and
to every daughter who ever felt pressured to abort by her mother, I'm sorry.
I had no right to ask that of you.
I had no right to insist that you choose between your love for your
baby and your love for me or your father. I honestly thought it would help
to save the future we always wanted for you. I never imagined how it could
affect you forever.
Can you ever forgive me?
For myself, and all fathers, to all of our children who were too
afraid to tell us
about their pregnancies--too afraid to face our disappointment, or even
our anger--I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I made you feel that you had to be perfect. I'm sorry
that when you were a child, I didn't build up enough trust in you so that
you would know that your mother and I would have stood beside you.
Given some time to adjust, we would have helped. We would still
have loved you, and been proud of you, and been proud of our grandchild.
But we failed you. We failed to give you the confidence to have
your child and to rely on us. I'm sorry.
sorry for not having been there for you. I was afraid, confused...
I've never forgotten you or our baby.
Speaking for all the men skipped out on the women who trusted us, urged
an abortion, or simply didn't fight hard enough for our relationships with
both you and our children, I'm sorry. . . I'll always be sorry.
I was prejudiced. I just assumed that having a baby, in your situation,
was automatically a bad thing. I encouraged or went along with the abortion
because it was easier than helping you to find a better solution.
As a medical procedure,
abortion is easy to do.
The alternative, helping
people to welcome a child into the world, is hard. That takes time and
It was easier for me just
to offer you an abortion--cheap love. I'm sorry.
What you really wanted was
help. I took the easy way out.
I'm sorry that I encouraged you to abort. I know I made it sound so
What I didn't tell you was that I had buried my own pain about abortion.
I wanted to convince myself, as much as you, that my abortion wasn't so
Worse, in encouraging you to abort, and seeing you abort, I was somehow
hoping that your abortion would make me feel a little better. After
all, I liked you, and if you also had an abortion, then somehow that was
proof that I could still be likable too.
As you can tell, I was really messed up. I'm sorry.
I want to tell my boyfriend, whose baby I aborted, I'm sorry.
I did it without even telling you, except afterwards...just to make
you feel the same hurt I was feeling.
For myself, and all of us women who have used our abortions to dump
on men, I'm sorry. We were just so confused, frightened, and hurting.
sorry for all the times I was insensitive.
I'm sorry for the times I did not speak on abortion when I had
a chance to shape your future choices. I'm also sorry for the times when
I did speak on abortion without emphasizing God's love for you,
and my love for you.
Instead, I only said how wrong it was--piercing your soul with words
of blame--when what you really needed was a gentle word, a reminder that
we all make mistakes. We all fall short.
But our God is so loving that if we run to Him when we fall, He will
always tend to our wounds and make us whole again. This is what I knew.
This is what I wanted to share with you. But so often, the words
never came out right. I'm sorry.
Allow me to speak for every minister of every denomination who has ever
failed you: I'm sorry. Every minister of God tries to faithfully preach
both God's law and His mercy. But so often we end up preaching more of
one than the other, and the message becomes unbalanced.
Please, forgive us our failings, just as God will surely forgive you