I once vacationed with my three girls in a town without children. It was a picture perfect Vermont town, that could have come from Norman Rockwell, but there were no children on the street. I first noticed something amiss as we first drove through, the many art galleries had signs saying "no children" and "dogs welcome". Strange I wondered, where are the children?
When we attended Mass, in the ancient stone church, where my daughter's footsteps echoed on the stone floor, we were promptly escorted to the church basement though the church was nearly empty, to watch the Mass on closed-circuit TV. There we saw families with children; they were tourists who had come to visit a local farm museum. They saw us and felt relieved; we recognized one another as homeschoolers, who have conspicuously large families and felt instantly accepted. We spent a lovely day at the farm, forgetting about the empty town.
Until the next morning, when we went to the convenience store, for breakfast, we discovered there were no baby items in the store, yet it had an entire aisle of dog food.I never did take that leisurely walk downtown that I had planned, I was afraid my girls would experience rejection. I had seen the future of an America which aborts it's children, and cherishes it's dogs, and I was terrified.