Courage is the ability to confront fear, pain, danger, uncertainty, or intimidation. "Physical courage" is courage in the face of physical pain, hardship, death, or threat of death, while "moral courage" is the ability to act rightly in the face of popular opposition, shame, scandal, or discouragement. (Source: Wikipedia)
I can't help but think of all the courageous birth moms on this anniversary of Roe v. Wade. Especially the beautiful one we were blessed to meet just last month, through whom we were able to glimpse at least a small part of the journey these incredible women take towards adoption.
Think about it: in our Culture of Death, in our abortion-on-demand society where it's so easy to head over to the local abortion clinic and take care of it... in a society where - ironically - adoption is the option that has been stigmatized... these women decide to carry a child for nine months, a good portion of which time they can't hide that they are pregnant... they may face criticism or feel shame, they may be ostracized from their families, pressured by the baby's father... they may have to fight for their babies, the children's first protectors... going to work and school becomes difficult or impossible, their lives are (at least temporarily) thrown off course... they endure all the aches of pregnancy, followed by the pains of labor... and then lovingly place their sweet baby in the arms of another couple.
It's heartbreaking. It's selfless. It's, in my opinion, the highest form of courage. It's true love.
Birth moms (and dads) are my heroes. Especially the two who have touched our lives.
My love and admiration for them is something words cannot even describe. But it makes me want to be a better mother every single day.