“How come you didn’t love me enough?” post-aborted woman imagines her aborted child asking

By Dave Andrusko

Editor’s note. I spend more time on the Internet than I care to admit. But the beauty of the “Web” is that stories circulate pretty much indefinitely. Periodically people see posts that you’ve written before, sometimes a long time ago. When they take the time to write to express their gratitude, it’s a good sign it is worth sharing again with our ever-growing NRL News Today audience.

Over the weekend I saw a link on Facebook to a blog entry that appeared, coincidentally, on my birthday. It was a reflection titled “My Other Daughter.”

I had been alerted about the contents, but otherwise would not have known initially that this was both a tribute and a quiet plea for forgiveness from the child she had aborted twenty three years before.

I naturally thought of what is for men the classic post-abortion story–”Remembering Thomas: Responsibility, Guilt and a Child Who Never Was” written by Phil McCombs, then of the Washington Post.

In the beginning you might be led to think “Marilou” had given her first daughter up for adoption. Indeed, why is she hard on herself for such a courageous and honorable decision? Then she tells us about the abortion.

It really takes you aback.

“Why am I telling this story now?” she writes. “Well I guess it’s only because my daughter Anna in a sense gave my other daughter a voice. And while Anna was thanking me for ‘loving her enough’, I also heard my other daughter’s voice saying, ‘how come you didn’t love me enough?’”

Your heart quickly melts. And if you are, like me, a softy, you sense a catch in your throat.

Every time I read an account like Marilou’s, I think of the anti-life propagandists who insist that women rarely suffer from their abortion and, if they do, they had it coming to them.

Okay, that’s not a fair description. The Abortion Establishment rationalizes that these women carried their emotional baggage into their abortion, and it merely spilled out, so to speak, after their child’s life was extinguished.

For me, that’s worse than pretending there are no devastating aftershocks.

For those many women who’ve experienced an abortion, I hope you take a few minutes to read her powerful expression of regret.

If not, please consider her conclusion.

I’m sorry Baby Girl for not loving you like God wanted me to. You ARE full of worth. You are God’s precious creation, made with care and given a purpose even before the world began. For the short time you were there, you were knit together in my womb by God’s hands. You are beautifully and wonderfully made! And although you were never alone having lived these 23 years in the presence of your heavenly Father and his angels and our family members that were already ‘home’, you also have a very large family here on earth with loving parents, siblings, grandmas and grandpas, LOTS of aunts, uncles and cousins. My beautiful baby… you are wanted, you are precious, you are loved!