Where Did Baby Come From?

Many of the mothers I anonymously deal with each day are the ages of Rachel and Rebecca. “One night stand” is part of the lexicon for those who have no idea who fathered their child(ren). Others already have several children by as many fathers who in turn have several more children by different mothers. America’s bastard baby industry is not experiencing a decline; indeed, it is thriving. Endeavors such as the one I’m employed in are humane to the degree that the attempt is made to ensure that these little “surprises” don’t go hungry or unclothed, but that assumes an ethical and moral mindset on the part of parents that obviously have neither. We don’t track how the money we disburse is used, and that is just as well. My heart goes out to these young women who are similar in age to my daughters but little else. I can take no credit for the women Rachel and Rebecca have become, but I thank God that something impressed them with a sense of responsibility to something greater than themselves. There’s a horrendous tragedy in the making in this country, and neither Democrats nor Republicans are equipped to deal with it. I credit much of Rachel and Rebecca’s “wisdom and stature” to the communities of which they were a part growing up, and it is the development and promotion of such communitarianism across our country that well may be our only hope for the future.