Penny and Marilee and I had a girls’ day yesterday. They had a friend sleep over, which involved milkshakes and making up dances and watching High School musical. We all went to church, and then one of the girls’ favorite babysitters invited us over to her house so they could feed a newborn lamb. We proceeded from there to Bounce, where the girls scampered and jumped and argued and helped each other out. That evening, we enjoyed some Lenten music at our church, ate leftovers, read a chapter of A Wrinkle in Time and went to bed.
Nothing extraordinary. A lovely day.
But it was also a day that got me thinking about an article I read last week in the Washington Post, an article in which Ruth Marcus wrote about how women need the right to abort babies with Down syndrome. Marcus wrote in opposition to recent laws various states have passed to ban abortion on the heels of a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome.
She writes, “Most children with Down syndrome have mild to moderate cognitive impairment, meaning an IQ between 55 and 70 (mild) or between 35 and 55 (moderate). This means limited capacity for independent living and financial security; Down syndrome is life-altering for the entire family. I’m going to be blunt here: That was not the child I wanted. That was not the choice I would have made. You can call me selfish, or worse, but I am in good company. The evidence is clear that most women confronted with the same unhappy alternative would make the same decision.”
I’ve written before about why I disagree with these laws, and I could write an entirely separate post to refute some of the logic embedded in this article and even just these sentences.
But what I realized when I read this article was how much I want to stop arguing about the legality of abortion.
It’s not that I want to stop talking about abortion altogether. The bearing of all human life is meaningful, life-altering (to quote Ruth Marcus), frightening, and filled with potential for sorrow and joy. It is crucial that we talk about what it means to conceive life, and when and whether we ever should end life.
But I wonder whether all the heated rhetoric about the legality of abortion keeps us from discussing the ethics of abortion. I wonder whether we are so focused on legislating what a woman is allowed, or not allowed, to do during pregnancy that we neglect to have conversations, tell stories, ask questions, and invite women to explore the possibilities available to them.
I’m not writing this to argue a political pro-life or a pro-choice position. But I am writing to ask women to consider whether the day I described with our daughters — a day that involved, friendship, community, laughter, physical exertion, good food, and fun–might serve as a way to imagine life with a child with Down syndrome in different terms than the ones used by Marcus above?
Instead of “unhappy,” “limited,” and “not wanted,” I say happy, possibilities, and deeply loved.
Again, I don’t share this story in an attempt to challenge a law, and I certainly don’t share it in an attempt to bring shame or fear or guilt to any woman who has faced a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome. But I do believe we need to stop letting our political positions dictate the arguments we have about abortion and allow space for an ethical discussion of the value of human life, the rights of women, the role of society in supporting women and children, and the role of society in supporting children and adults with disabilities. Maybe if we talked more about stories and less about the law, we would compel (but not coerce) more women to choose life.