At one point in time, I pretty much agreed with your momma. I was very young and had an idealistic/romantic bent of mind. I knew that I really wanted to have children, and probably a large family.
Funny how things turn out, innit?
I was in high school when the RvW decision was made. I was a voracious reader. I'd read zillions of opinions, across the spectrum of opinions, for a long time. In 1976, I graduated from 12 years of pricey Catholic Academy firmly believing that abortion was a private medical matter. Nobody's business but the woman and her doctor.
Then, a couple of years later, my own child became the issue. Over the course of around a month Judy and I came to the decision that abortion was our best option. We started looking for an abortion clinic(in a pre-internet world that was a tough one!). Then she miscarried. Our immediate problem was resolved.
But I couldn't stop thinking about what had actually happened. We, both of us, had enthusiastically consented to irresponsible sex. Mostly her really, I was a seriously closeted gay dude. But nevertheless, I was there and knew what I was doing.
I couldn't escape the reality. What we had done, up to the miscarriage, was choose sex, then decide to kill our kid because s/he didn't fit into our plans. That's the reality, ugly as it was. Over the course of another month or two, I became pretty hardcore anti-abortion. Believe it or not, the sharp edges of my then world view concerning reproductive morality have been ground off. I'm a whole lot more cognizant of the human reality. I'm a lot less judgemental than I used to be.
I went from Catholic Pro-Choice to non-theist Pro-Life.
Tom