Do you think though this is one of those “adoption fell through” mourning the child-who-wasn’t kind of things? I’m trying to parse out what might be meant here….
And then…I’m angry with myself for not even considering, for not even allowing the possibility of thinking that this might come from the mother of the child adopted….we don’t drink Kool-Aid; we swim in it.
Grieving is to me mourning. When you lose someone you love and miss, you mourn and grieve.
Do you think though this is one of those “adoption fell through” mourning the child-who-wasn’t kind of things? I’m trying to parse out what might be meant here….
First read Pauline Boss on ambiguous loss……
…maybe it is the reverse of what an “adopted-one” goes through in mourning the loss of parents who never-were…
And then…I’m angry with myself for not even considering, for not even allowing the possibility of thinking that this might come from the mother of the child adopted….we don’t drink Kool-Aid; we swim in it.