It’s a dangerous day when you get me on the topic of birth control for minors, but since I read this article in the New York Times today, I have no choice.
The FDA is evil. If you think that they’re concerned with your personal heath and well-being, you are viciously deceived. It’s all about the all mighty dollar and what is best for business rather than health.
Thank you, Health Secretary Kathleen Sebelius!
According to the FDA, the morning after pill is safe. But, isn’t anyone over there worried about the other, perhaps more serious, effects of young children taking such medication? 11, 12, 13 year olds having unprotected sex and then hoping to hide the proof of it by not getting pregnant. Yes, these children should have a prescription. Yes, their parents need to know and YES we need to scream abstinence in our schools and clubs because this is getting ridiculous.
I like David Brooks. He says things in ways that I understand and can respect... even if I don’t always agree. This article, however, is one I can agree wholeheartedly with.
It reminds me of a blog post I wrote last month.
Why is it that those that disagree with the way we run entitlement programs in this country are viewed as heartless or selfish or any number of the other criticisms that have been slung towards the right?
The thing is, we’re not selfish! Not the majority of us! We just happen to believe that work is an important principle and when you begin to undermine it with programs that discourage self sufficiency, you create a civilization that looses sight of what makes this country great. We are great because our country was founded by men who were the underdog. Against all odds we went to battle with the British Empire. Brave men and women sacrificed all and didn’t give up or abdicate power to someone else when the going got hard. The great leaders and thinkers of our world didn’t rely on government handouts, but on their own resources and desires to succeed.
David Brooks wrote this in his column today. The Life Reports. It made me reflect a bit on what I’d like my life report to be.
As a mother, I’ve often times found moments where I desired dearly to do something besides change diapers and break up toddler fights. As the years go by, there are moments where my past working life has felt more and more glamorous. Washing dishes, doing laundry are endless chores. There is never a true end in sight. The ongoing to-do list can often times feel overwhelming. And then you add homeschooling to the list of things you need to do and all of a sudden you are drowning. While a comparison is simply unfair, there are moments where I’ve been a little jealous of my husband’s ability to leave the home and work or go to school-- his vocation being distinct and different from home life.
But, then I remember how blessed and fortunate I am. The dishes and laundry and diapers are worth every second I get to spend with the precious children God has blessed our lives with. The moments of pure joy as they learn something new can never be replicated in the work place. These little people are pure and without guile. They are brilliant and see life in such vibrant colors... colors that I’m not sure I’m even capable of seeing anymore. (Although the longer I spend with them, the closer I get to reclaiming that ability.) If I had a “job”, doing more “glamorous” work, I’d be sorely missing out on life’s purest pleasures. I’d be missing out on the questions that help me to see life a little differently. I’d be missing out on life’s greatest lessons. I’d be missing out on the simplest of pleasures that engulf our home daily. You just can’t find that in the work place.