Life

On this, the 10th day of Thanksgiving, I wanted to say: I am thankful for babies.  For life.  For every new life and every old life, and for all of us sort of in between somewhere.  So, I thought I'd write this to tell you what I think about life.

I am staunchly, solidly and unequivocally pro-life.  I'm gonna assume, if you're reading this, you are too.  I feel like my identity as a Christian is wrapped up in the issue of life, though the reality probably is: the closer I get to God the more I love life, not vice versa.

I was reading some backlash from an announcement that some family on some reality tv show is having a 20th kid.  Wow.  20 kids.  And people were ANGRY about it, saying the family was a drain on resources, that the mother was probably in some sort of danger from having so many kids, that the kids were probably ignored, emotionally abused, because, really, how could two people take care of so many kids?  All of this could be true, I don't know, I don't watch the show, I don't know this family; what kills me is the attitude that the baby isn't worth it.

If you flip a coin, it has a 50/50 chance of landing heads up.  If it lands heads up, most of us feel like it is now more statistically likely to land tails up on the next flip, but the reality is, it is still a 50/50 chance.  Even if a coin lands heads up 99 times, that doesn't lower it's probability of landing heads up on the 100th flip, it's still 50% likely.  The previous flips don't effect the current one.

Yeah, it's a weird analogy, but that's sort of how I feel about babies.  It doesn't matter the circumstances that come before or after the baby, it's that baby that matters.  So what if a family has 2 kids or 20?  Does the worth of each person in that family decrease with each subsequent child?

Our attitude suggests there is only enough human worth in each family for 2.5 kids.  If you have one kid, it is a super worthy kid, if you have two, they are both pretty important, but after that, they matter less and less.  What a weird approach.

So, I was going to write more, probably a whole book, about how I feel like the issues of birth control (I'm against), the death penalty (I'm for), veganism (I'm against), and how we take care of our elderly (I'm for) are all linked to the life issue, and discuss other circumstances of conception/birth that people seem to freak out about, but it's 7am and my own 4-year-old baby woke me up at 5:30 this morning, so I'll just leave you with this final thought:

Babies are always worth it.  Worth anything.  Worth everything.

I am NOT gonna blog...

...and you can't make me.

Independence Day, our way

I have to admit...I don't really like fireworks.  It's not really the danger or the explosion, it's the noise.  So, instead, we decided to do a bonfire.

Sorry, the photo isn't great, but the kiddos loved it, as you can see.  It was a fun time, with our friends and family and bratwurst.