Dear Anti-Abortion Activist,

Are you volunteering?

I said, are you volunteering?

Are you volunteering to take care of these children? To house and cloth and feed them? To pay for their education and health care for the next 18 years or so?

Are you volunteering to comfort them when they're hurting? Are you going to wipe their nose and hold their hand and teach them how to tie their shoes?

Are you volunteering to take them to doctor's appointments and play-dates and dance lessons and band practice? To ground them and take away their phone privileges when they've stayed out past curfew?

Are you volunteering to explain to them why, instead of going straight to heaven (do not pass go, do not collect $200), you forced them to be brought into this world where they are not wanted? Where they are poor and hungry and abused? Are you volunteering to be there when they realize that life is messy and unfair?

Or does life stop being precious once it exits the womb? Or maybe it's that life stops being precious when it becomes your problem, your burden, your responsibility?

So when you pick up your signs and start yelling, keep in mind: children can't be stored in a shed, or a basement, or a garage between protests. Children can't be replaced when they get worn out or dirty.

Children are a lot harder to carry than signs.

So I ask again, are you volunteering?