When she was 19 years old, my mother tried to abort me six different times. She had just started college and had big dreams that included either an engineering or law degree, and a baby interrupted that plan. After scheduling abortions in three different states, she traveled to Dallas to start a two-day dilation and evacuation procedure that would end her pregnancy and my life.
Mom had come from a broken home, and even at 19 years old, she carried generational trauma that no doubt weighed heavily on her as she was faced with what seemed like an impossible decision: college or motherhood. Dad urged her to continue the pregnancy, but she was determined to end it.
