My Thankful Life: Bev

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My granddaughter is two. She greets me each time we meet with a huge smile and small arms thrown round my neck.

She emanates the essence of being two, from the rounded still-baby cheeks to the insistence of her new found power of speech to the pure intensity of every emotion she experiences.

Joy borders on hilarity and sadness mimics despair in her unfiltered emotional two-ness.

When I look at her sometimes, I think about our three sons, who each were close to her age when they moved into our home. Still so young, with their cheeks still babyish and round, their emotions and smiles and hugs were guarded. They already knew instinctively that safety required them to charm strangers while keeping emotional distance from anyone who tried to get too close.

In so many well-meaning attempts I floundered at being the final mother for children who had lived in multiple homes. We tried advice of so many experts, thinking there was some magical thing we could do that would erase pain and bring peace and connection.

Even now when they live on their own, we are still figuring out our relationships, although with distance, rather than in the same house.

This week I heard Pauline Boss interviewed by Krista Tippett for the On Being podcast. She spoke of ambiguous loss, the loss that does not fit into our normal categories of loss. Living as a caregiver for a spouse with dementia is an example. Your spouse is alive and with you, but is not the spouse you married.

You have a loss that is daily while you are also living daily with the person you are losing. Ambiguous.

Adoption is an ambiguous loss for every person in the relationship.

My tiny children had mothers who were alive but not with them.

They had a mother who was with them but wasn’t the mother they wanted.

Their mothers had children who were alive but were not with them.

I had children who were mine but not mine.

Our birth children had siblings who were not their siblings, who added drama, and sometimes violence to their lives.

Our adopted children had siblings who had easy bonds with parents, who had the life they wished they’d had with their birth families.

We wanted it to be uncomplicated. We wanted to believe the people who said, “Love is all you need.” What was wrong with us??? Each of us chafed and struggled against the impossible parts of our relationships.

Pauline Boss reiterated that ambiguous loss is complicated loss, which results in complicated grief. But complicated grief is not pathological grief. It is only complicated grief.

When she explains this idea, people frequently comment, “Oh, you mean the situation is crazy, not me.”

What a comforting thought. I’m not crazy. My child isn’t crazy. We are attempting something very complicated. I wish I’d known that in the thick of things.

Even after all my children are grown and making their way as adults, I think on those round, childish cheeks and the emotions that were hidden inside those small bodies.

I think of my own emotions and the crazy ways we tried to make sense of what we were living and the grasping for wisdom and for empathy and for meaning. I still grieve for the confusion and anger and sadness they felt, and for the same emotions I felt/feel.

Pauline Boss states that closure is a myth. Healthy grief does not end. It changes, but it is revisited.

Our lives are forever changed by the losses we have experienced, and so are the lives of our children. Healthy grief includes experiencing that sadness again as events and life stages bring it back, or remind us. And healthy grief also includes eventually finding meaning.

And there IS meaning. It isn’t always easily articulated, but it is there. I have learned so much through the life we stumbled through, through all my children and through the people we met because of our children.

I’m still learning, learning humility and honesty and empathy for myself as well as for those around me.

I’m thankful for this journey, with a complicated thankfulness that wishes I could have spared those I love from the parts that were hard. I’m thankful for the grace I’ve received from each of my children, for the relationships they offer me, each as they can. I’m so thankful for my husband who made sure we stayed on the same team.

One last thing. Boss also stated that for healthy grief, which is sadness, the treatment is human connection. It is in being with others. It is in being understood…in finding and offering empathy.

That is the strength of Thankfulmoms. When we read truthful and vulnerable writing about lives we recognize as like our own, we feel understood…we feel community…we experience healing. It is encouragement to carry on with important work.

What a gift.

You can read more from Bev at her blog, Getting There.

– Bev

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Let me introduce myself. Russ and I are the parents of twelve children by birth and adoption, and sometimes more through foster care. I'm the creator of One Thankful Mom which has been as much of a gift to me as to my readers. In 2011 I became a TBRI® Pracitioner* and have lived and breathed connected parenting ever since. I'm deeply honored to be the co-author, together with the late Dr. Karyn Purvis, of The Connected Parent; it is her final written work. I love speaking at events for adoptive and foster parents. I'm also the co-founder of The Adoption Connection, a podcast and resource site for adoptive moms. I mentor and encourage adoptive moms so you can find courage and hope in your journeys of loving your children well.


  1. Joy Headrick
    August 11, 2016

    Again, as usual read with tears. I relate because I am grieving every day the loss of the husband I married. Diagnoses with Dementia in 2011, I see him slipping, slipping, slipping. Some days I think, “Oh, he is really good today.. . Normal……but I know that is false hope. So I can relate to this and I thank you for writing it. So helpful and insightful.

    1. Beverly Regier
      August 15, 2016

      I’m so sorry for the losses you are experiencing. My father had a slow decline with memory loss, but other health issues took his life while he could still remember us and still had his sense of humor. However, I watched my mother grieve those daily losses of companionship and partnership as she gradually learned to do the more complicated financial and mechanical tasks he had always taken such pride in doing. My prayers are with you on this journey.

  2. Rachel
    August 11, 2016

    Thank you for sharing. It is good to not be alone. Complicated. Yes, the emotions are so complicated. The situation is so complicated. And it’s not ME that’s crazy? Crazy!

    1. Beverly Regier
      August 15, 2016

      Nope, if you feel crazy, I think that means you are normal.

  3. Randee
    August 11, 2016

    Love, love this post! Adoption IS so complex. Thank you for sharing.

    1. Beverly Regier
      August 15, 2016

      Yes, ‘complex’ is almost not a complex enough word to describe it. Thanks for your comment!


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