No Matter How Small

This weekend marks the 43rd anniversary of Roe v Wade, and consequently the 42nd anniversary of the first March for Life. Every year around this time, I have the same series of thoughts.

Me: Hm, the March for Life is this weekend.

Me: What a great cause; life begins at conception and should be protected until natural death. #ProLife

Me: *Sees post on social media about the March for Life and how important it is to protect the rights of unborn humans*

Me: But what about people with disabilities? But what about old people? But what about people who have been given the death penalty? But what about the mothers of those children who also need to be healed? Don’t forget them!

Me: *Gets kind of bitter towards people who are at the March for Life and only publicize their support for children in the womb*

Me: This is why Pro-Choice people get frustrated with us! They think we only care about babies!

This year, a new thought was tagged on to this internal dialogue.

Me: Oh. It’s the March for Life. It takes place on the anniversary of Roe v. Wade, a case about abortion. That’s why. Ha. Oops………………

I fell into stereotype threat, something I learned about quite a bit as a psychology major. It’s hard not to get sucked into the mindset of “I don’t want to prove their stereotype right. I want to prove them wrong.”

While I do know that being Pro-Life means so much more than just being against abortion, I need to accept that this weekend is a great one to stand up for that sole truth.

This is a short post, but I anticipate that this battle won’t be. To all those supporting life this weekend, I salute you.