“Okay, it would be nice if they would stand by you,” I said. “But just because they disapprove, why should that affect your decision? This is your baby.”
Jessica looked glum.
“Listen,” I tried again. “You believe that women have rights, right? Isn’t this the most elemental of rights? The right to keep your baby?”
Jessica nodded, looking thoughtful.
“Look at it this way—what’s the downside? Keeping your baby may lose Jamie. It also may not,” I shrugged. “It may upset your family, but they will come around. It will be hard to raise the baby by yourself, but it’s not impossible. And it’s YOUR life—and your baby.”
“Rights don’t put bread on the table,” she replied darkly. “Who will take care of the baby when I go to work?”
I nodded gravely.
“Well, I’m at home, so I can help,” I volunteered. “And your mum is retired, right?”
She nodded briefly, and exhaled.
“Honestly, I hate to say this,” I said, “but these are ancillary questions. God doesn’t hand out these chances every day. You may never get this chance again, you know.”
She looked at me very seriously, and nodded.
“I know,” she said slowly. “I may never find ‘Mr. Right’ either.”
I shrugged again, and smiled.
“You may find that your ideas about what constitutes ‘Mr. Right’ will change,” I said, grinning.
“You may also find that you can spot the ‘Mr. Wrongs’ more quickly.”
She nodded again.
“They’re the ones who think that sex is just for pleasure?” she asked quietly.
I nodded again, this time with great seriousness.
“Yes,” I said. “That’s what the Catholic Church has been saying for 2000 years.”
She looked at me skeptically, but I could see the beginnings of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
Beverly De Soto is Editor of Regina Magazine.