As we approach Mother’s Day, I wanted to share my reflections on being a mother. I recently buried my son – a little over three weeks ago. We named him Grady. He was my only child. Although I was only 26 weeks pregnant with him, I felt this deep love for him. As I held him in my arms, I wondered what his dreams and passions would have been. I also wondered what type of parent I would have been.
After six years of heartbreaking miscarriages and infertility, I had vowed to protect my child at all costs, starting with his health. I didn’t want him to grow up in the red zone, only one block away from the proposed oil-drilling project. His baby room would have directly faced the drilling plant, and opening his window for “fresh” air would have exposed him to the carcinogens associated with oil and gas production. Would he have experienced irritation to his lungs, skin or eyes? Would long-term exposure have caused respiratory and neurological disorders, liver and kidney damage or cancer?
Maintaining the ban on oil drilling would have mitigated these risks. I didn’t want Grady to be the guinea pig, and I don’t want your children to be either. I will continue to oppose oil drilling. I will do it for your kids, for Grady’s memory.
Becoming a parent again may not be my reality, but I hope to help make a difference in your children’s lives. Happy Mother’s Day.
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