Lately I've been reflecting on how different pregnancy is for me--a very blessed, well cared for, mamma and what it's like for many birth mothers whose children end up in foster care.
When I found out I was pregnant I immediately scheduled my first prenatal visit with a doctor--she often has no prenatal care at all.
When pregnancy hormones overwhelm me I turn to my friends and family for support--she turns to drugs, or alcohol.
I have a large variety of fresh healthy food options in my refrigerator to ease my food cravings--she is doing good to have something....anything to eat.
My husband supports me, and helps me through every high and low of being pregnant--her significant other berates her, and beats her depending on how the mood hits him.
I have new clothes that are comfortable, and expand with my belly--she is forced to borrow her boyfriends clothes, or wear pajamas because she can't afford anything new.
Maybe these things seem minor to you, but they make me realize why many mothers make poor choices in their pregnancies and in their parenting.
Think about it.
If you know a single pregnant mother help her, support her, pray for her. You may be the only person in her life who cares!