I have a Master's degree in Religious Studies. There is a reason for this: I am inclined toward seeking out that which is the experience of "the spiritual" in life. These kids of ours have no value in our world. They are a burden in every way, shape and form. Full stop. So, why have them? Why keep them alive? I think, there is more to it than that and I look for it in the realm of karma and life cycles and the need, I think, for human beings to be slapped up side the head with certain realities that make them experience humility, self-evaluation and connection to their fellow humans. I remember having quite a heated discussion with a really pro-Labour Irish Catholic friend of mine, in my university days, about the value of the contemplative life. She felt it was wasted, that a life of action was all that was valuable. I felt that communities of contemplatives (whether Catholic or Buddhist or Hindu), were important to keep balance in a world dedicated to re-acting, more than acting with purpose and clear intent. Perhaps my daughter's life can be framed in the context of forced contemplation or even asceticism...for myself as much as for her...maybe more for me. In a spiritual context, I do not balk at the idea that maybe some people live out their lives specifically as a "foil" or "mirror" to others. I see it as a supreme form of existence, the "Bodhisattva".
But, you know...I love my kid just because she is my kid. I don't care about all the rest. Her life is valuable because she has one. Who am I to speak of value at all? Life is...for all of us.