“What do you want to be when you grow up?” is a question I got asked a lot as a child, just like any other kid. And as you might expect, over the years I came up with all kinds of different answers: princess, vet, fashion designer, scientist, you name it! But no matter how many crazy and completely opposite ideas I had about what I wanted professionally, there is one thing that never changed: my ardent desire to be a mother. When I was little I loved to play with my dolls and pretend I was pregnant by hiding them under my shirt, as I am sure many other girls did too. I have names picked out for years, one for a boy and one for a girl. The only thing I am missing is the baby. For a long time I did not think of my disability as a possible obstacle to motherhood. It was only after an incident I had in my last year of high school that I began to question whether that was even possible. One of my classmates had just had a baby and brought him over on the last period of class to intro...
Hi, I'm Gaby! I'm a twenty-something grandma, world citizen, hopeless pacifist, social worker and activist. Topics I like to write about include the Consistent Life Ethic, growing up in a binational household, Liberation Theology and navigating life with a disability.