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This is an oratory I wrote a few years back, but I thought that it might make a good topic to debate on as well. Of course there is always the option of abortion too, but I think that is some cases, people either need to stiffen up and just not have sex, or they need to make the decision to commit to the children. On the other hand, there are some people who are simply not fit to be parents, and need to quit being so selfish.
Picture that you’re on a white bed in a room with white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor holding in your arms a small bundle with big, bright, blue eyes staring up at you. A small fist reaches up and wraps its tiny fingers gently around your little finger, and at that moment you know that you would protect that baby from anything or anyone that could be a danger to its safety. Unfortunately, no one ever stops to think for a second that that “anything or anyone” could be them. Adoption is the most important decision you could make for your baby, and whether or not you make that decision for the right or wrong reasons is up to you. People often use adoption as a way to get out of their responsibility, or people are selfish because they don’t want to give their baby up to a stranger-even though the baby may be in danger, or people withhold their child from a better life because they are afraid that they will never amount to anything without them. If your child needs a better life, and you aren’t providing it for them, then regardless of what you feel, you should feel enough compassion to give that child to a better home.
Our society has become a pile of messy, lazy citizens who use any excuse that they can to get out of responsibility. Honestly, I think that if you want to get out of the responsibility of having a child, then you shouldn’t have sex in the first place! But this isn’t about what I think; it’s about what I know. I know that it is not fair to send a child into a foreign family, even if those are the arms of a loving family, just because you won’t find the time to love the baby. For some reason, some men seen to love to leave a woman by herself, stranded, when he discovers that he has impregnated her. For that reason many women feel forced into giving their babies up for adoption. What they don’t realize is that half of America’s population is without a steady-father-figure in their life, but not half of that half is forced into long time depressions or mental problems. The mother’s of those children are fine as well, excepting the occasional budget problems. People live on just fine, even if they don’t have Daddy outside playing baseball with them everyday. Some people, especially young parents, put their children up for adoption, because they are not prepared for the commitment that they should have to face. Well, first off, if a man is willing to commit himself to impregnate a woman, then he should be oh-so-willing to commit himself to the egg he started cooking inside of her. Yes, the mother can live with the child without the father there, but it would sure be more pleasant if “Hit the Road Jack” would come back to help take care of his babe. Secondly, if a woman is going to allow a man to impregnate her, then she had better be oh-so-willing to allow the commitment she owes to her creation. Finally, thousands of children are in adoption agencies without someone to care for them. The last thing we need is more children being stuck in them. If God had meant for us to give up children, just because we were lazy, then nearly 90% of America’s population would be childless, but God gave us children to love. Adoption isn’t an excuse of getting out of responsibilities; it is an excuse to find a better life for your baby. If you’re giving up your baby because of laziness, then that is all that you are doing, “Giving up”.
A 48-year-old woman that I knew had had three semi-successful births. The reason I say “semi” is because all three of those children were taken away from her. I suppose that I should tell you now, that this woman was addicted to drugs, nearly anything that she could get her fingers on. When this woman was 18, she had a daughter. A year later, she had a son. Her son never made it out of infancy. One night, the woman came home late, and left the baby in the car seat. The next morning, the baby was dead. No one knows how he died, but the police reported the death as SIDS, or sudden infant death syndrome. 4 years after the incident, the woman got in a motorcycle accident, and became paralyzed from the waist down. Despite, her obvious position of ill practiced parenthood, the remaining child was not removed from the home. 13 years later, her daughter was nearly raped; by her own stepfather nonetheless. The mother had recently had another child, a daughter, and it was either kick the father out and raise the child by herself, or kick the daughter out. So the mother chose the latter. This new child was battered, emotionally, physically, and mentally until very near to her 12th birthday. Finally, the Department of Child and Family Services removed her from the home to prevent the girl from being raped, or molested by a convicted child molester who had recently moved into the home. The mother, though never incarcerated for her delinquency, now lives alone, paralyzed, and childless, but the real tragedy is that the children had to be beaten, raped, molested, and emotionally abused before anyone would open their eyes to the problem. Had the mother realized her incapacity beforehand, these children might have been spared the dramatic life that they had to live.
Some of America’s most successful people were adopted. Do you remember the old Wendy’s commercials that had that old guy David Thomas in them? Well, he was adopted as a child, and when he got older, he adopted a child of his own. Did you ever wonder where they got the name for Wendy’s? Well, David adopted a little girl named Wendy, and he loved her so much, that he gave his restaurants her name. I know of at least one other girl personally who does just fine and was adopted by her 28-year-old sister and her 30-year-old fiancé in 2003. That little girl was me. I was removed from my mother’s custody, and put into my sister’s. My sister was also removed from custody at a young age, but both of us are doing just fine.
I’m begging you, that if you’re sitting on that white bed in that room with white walls, a white ceiling and a white floor, and you’re looking down at that infants face, that you consider whether or not you can properly take care of it… Forget about it having a daddy, forget about whether or not you think that you have the time –MAKE THE TIME! – Just remember that that baby needs someone to love it and make sure that nothing ever hurts it. If you can’t do that, then “Give your baby up.” If you can’t keep that baby from danger, from being beaten, from being molested, from being distressed, then “give” that baby the gift of a better life.