Saturday, October 1, 2011

Inside/Outside Box

During my summer internship, one of the Child Life staff was sharing about her experiences during a conference about death, grief and bereavement. She talked about a presenter whose son had died and what she did to help her process her feelings of grief. The presenter was an artist and she used mixed media to express her sorrow, pain and anger, which she photographed and put into a packet. The Child Life Specialist passed the packet around the room. One piece that spoke to me in particular was a sculpture of two hands holding tattered, blue cloth that looked like it came from a worn, favorite hoodie. The artist shared that when a child dies, it is often the child's clothing that can be the most difficult to let go.

The tears started to flow and I wept silently as the Child Life Specialist finished speaking. She was also teary and shared that she was so deeply moved and touched by the presenter from the conference. My thoughts shifted and it was like tiny pieces were beginning to falling into place...those of acceptance with giving myself permission to grieve my own loss.

As I have been reading to prepare for the Child Life certification exam, I read a chapter about death, dying and children. In it, it explained that a death of a child is the greatest loss a parent can experience. It goes against all expectation in that a child is not supposed to die before the parent and it is the death of the dream of all that was hoped for that child. It can be isolating and complicated. Grandparents experience two losses. They experience similar losses as the parents in hopes of the future. But then they also struggle to support their adult children because there is nothing they can do to take away the pain. Bonding and love start long before a child is born--it can begin with learning of conception--and for some, maybe in the process of deciding to attempt to become parents. Those building dreams and hopes are strong. When a child dies, it takes a long time for parents to go through the different levels of grief before they are able to carry forward in their lives.

In addition, a failed adoption can be very similar and real as a death of a child. The emotional investment process also begins prior to a child being placed into a home. It can be devastating, sharing several parallels. I experienced imagining a life with that someday child. Both of my parents said that they felt a double loss. While they could relate on some level, they also struggle knowing that my pain is different and almost unreachable because they are parents. My brother and sister were very angry in that protective way about the divorce. However, over time, that anger has been replaced by a deep sadness. As I listened to the lecture and read the chapter, there were times that I could identify in my own way with the loss of a child. In my case, while the failure of the adoption was due to the failing of my marriage--and not of the biological parents changing their minds--it has been a considerable loss for me. These recent events have validated my deeply felt pain as real and deserving of time for me to process that pain.

Now, back it up to April with my play therapy class. For the final project of the class, we partnered up with a classmate to research and present one form of play therapy. Part of the presentation included doing an activity to demonstrate and practice that form of therapy. One of the groups presented on art therapy and chose inside/outside boxes for the activity.

Basically, you are given a box to decorate the inside and the outside. The outside of the box is how you think you appear or present yourself to everyone in the world. The inside of the box is how you feel on the inside, which often has elements that are private and that you keep to yourself. The activity allows a person to non-verbally communicate these thoughts and feelings in something concrete. Each person has the choice to share or to keep private the contents of the inside of the box. It is very important to respect the individual's choice to foster trust in the therapeutic relationship. So, no peeking!







At first, as I was making my box, I didn't really feel so into becoming super invested in the project. My emotions were running high and I just did not feel like sharing. So, I decided to make the outside of the box kind of cute and girlie. I allowed myself to go with the flow and get lost in the fun of sparkles, shiny and pink.



Once the outside was complete, it was time to start on the inside. I figured that I would just keep going with picking out whatever fit my fancy--wanting to keep it light and breezy without too much thought. As I was routing around through the scrapbooking materials with my classmates, I happened to come across a sheet of stickers with hand and foot prints. They were pink and yellow and seemed to go along with the color scheme that seemed to have morphed from this box creation.






Then I stopped. My eyes went back and forth between the box and the sticker sheet in my hands. It was then that I took a second look at the box--a really good look. Suddenly, I realized that the box resembled something a child might make for their mother on Mother's Day. I felt like what I was holding was the dreamed representation of my desire to be a mother. It was my lost identity of wanting to be a mother.


I had a choice to make--to either blow off these sudden realized feelings to make more fluff or to allow myself to consciously open myself up to embrace the experience. With bated breath, I quickly decided to keep listening to my inner voice, but with new awareness and to put whatever raw emotion into the inside of the box. It was the correct decision. However, I questioned if it was okay for me to still be feeling so sad about not being able to adopt the twins from Utah.


Why wasn't I over it yet? When would enough time pass before I could really let go? Was there something wrong with me for still feeling so sad?


Something buried in my drawer was suddenly nagging me--the sleepers. I still had them--kind of forgot about them because I still had not decided what to do with them and was tabling to deal with it when I wasn't so busy with grad school. But forgotten, is not truly forgotten.


About a month later it was time for me to go to Columbus and I still had not gotten rid of the sleepers. I drove with them to a Goodwill store (again), but just kept going because it just did not feel right. I couldn't do it. So, I decided to deal with it after Columbus.


Fast forward back to the near present. I've been feeling badly about still having the sleepers. So, I decided that perhaps my inside/outside box was not complete. Maybe it would help if I wrote the twins a letter. Then maybe I could finally let go. Nope.


I realize what I am most afraid of is forgetting about what the sleepers look like and that somehow if I give them away that it is giving up on a dream of one day becoming a mother. But carrying them around in my drawer and in my heart to just too heavy.


So, I took some photos of the sleepers and printed out little pictures of them to put inside of my inside/outside box. I am trying to reframe the letting go of the sleepers in terms of letting go of the dreams I once had for adopting the twins. If I can convince myself of this connection between the sleepers and the twins, then by giving away the sleepers is not giving away the dream of motherhood. The inside/outside box allows me to mourn and honor that specific loss.

Maybe this is what I need to move forward. Maybe this is what my heart needs to be able to heal and to turn the corner of finding and enjoying life after loss.



Inside My Inside/Outside Box







  • One hand and one foot print to represent each of the twins.



  • A small stone noting the beginning and end of the IF journey of the past, '07-'09.



  • A scrap of paper with the list of names I was thinking about for the babies.




  • Photos of the sleepers.



  • A letter.

Dear Utah Twins,



Although I was never able to meet you or hold you, my heart already started to dream about you. I remember the day I was on the phone and Suzy told me about you. My heart felt light--full of hope and life again. All of the sadness and heart ache began to fall away. It was like I could breathe again and I felt like dancing. When I told my then husband about you, we were driving in the car on our way to have dinner with his parents. He seemed to brighten and get just as giddy and excited as me about the possibility of you both coming home to us--to share a life with us. We called you our "Blue Light Special."

I will always remember that phone call and that drive. It was then that I allowed myself to dream about you. In my day dreams, I pictured flying out to Utah to pick you up. I had hoped to provide your mother with reassurance that we would love you and provide a good life for you both. I imagined holding and nestling each of you with love and tenderness as I would rock you to sleep at night. I could almost feel holding your tiny hands as babies growing into toddlers. I pictured taking you for walks and going to the park. Swinging on the swings, going to little league baseball games and playing in the fall leaves--those were the kinds of things I allowed myself to imagine. A love was planted on that day of the first phone call and it sung in my heart long after.


But we were not meant to be. He walked away--why, I cannot fully explain. And that dream of you slipped away--certainly I could not start it on my own--not then. It would have been selfish on my part, even if Suzy would have entertained the idea. It was a difficult call to make to tell her to pass. And in my heart I wished nothing but the best for you dear little ones. I hope you are now in the loving arms of a family who can give you their whole heart and soul, just as if you were their own. You deserve nothing less.


From time to time I wonder about you--how much you have grown, what are the things that most light you up and capture your attention and the little people you are becoming. How do you smile? How do you laugh? Is there a twinkle in you eye or dimple in your cheek? Are you bold or are you sensitive and sweet?


But one thing I do hope is that you have each other. Take care of each other--be tender and patient and kind--be encouraging and supportive and strong--be forgiving and honest and thankful.


Even though I could not take you home as my own, know that there is someone out there thinking and praying for you. All that I have to give you is a little angel of hope.


Love,

Jamie

5 comments:

  1. Oh, Jamie. I'm sitting here so teary eyed after reading this. First of all, I absolutely love the idea of the inside/outside box. How neat and therapeutic. You did a wonderful job with yours. I can completely understand how and why you're still grieving the loss of the twins. I fell fully and totally in love with Camden the moment I saw 2 pink lines on a pregnancy test-- I didn't know him, but I knew of his existence and knew he'd one day be mine to know. I imagine it was the same way with you. You found out about the twins' existence and you loved them from that day on. Letting go of that is not an easy thing. I've told you time and time again, but I really admire how you've handled yourself throughout this whole emotionally exhausting process. You are a strong, amazingly compassionate person who's going to make a wonderful mom to a very lucky child(ren) one day.

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  2. Jamie, this is such a powerful post. Thank you so much for having the courage to share this, and to be so brave throughout your process of mourning and letting go. You inspire me with your ability to articulate how you feel and to embrace hope and joy. I agree with Kerri that you will be such a loving and thoughtful mother one day. I know it. Hugs to you...

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  3. What a beautiful post, Jamie.
    I am so glad that you took the project of the inside outside box and explored the deep feelings that surfaced as you were preparing to begin the inside portion.
    It takes a lot to say goodbye to a version of a dream - or an item that represents that dream. I am so glad that you shared with us how you decided to finally let go of that dream. I think that it was a beautiful way to move forward with your life.
    Before the divorce - when you thought you would be bringing the twins home with you - all of your dreams were coming true and you could picture how your life would be. All of the sudden, everything changed. The life you thought you were building came falling down around you.
    You dealt with your feelings about the divorce. Now you are dealing with your feelings about postponing being a mother.
    Never forget - some day, some way. You WILL be a mother and you will be a fabulous one.

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  4. ((HUGS)) Jamie. Your post touched me so much. I think the inside/outside box is such a good idea. Whether or not it is the thing you need to turn the corner, it sounds like it was a great step in the healing process. The person you are comes though so much in the words you share- the children that some day join your forever family will be very very lucky children to have you as their mother- I know it.

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  5. First of all, I am so humbled to have such wonderful friends who are so supportive, genuine and kind. Your thoughful, reflective and hope filled comments mean so very much to me. Thank you!!!

    Kerri--Thank you for your understanding of that poignant moment of when you feel that that little one suddendly becomes real. Thank you for your support as I am coming to terms with accepting my feelings from the past--that it is okay to grieve and process this loss, even with the time that has passed.

    Em--Thank you for your appreciation of me taking the risk to put my feelings out there. Thank you for understanding that this is not about dwelling or living in the past, but really a process of moving beyond it. My happiness is found in the now and it can shine more brightly when I have taken time to honor the past while letting go.

    Carli--Thank you for understanding the largeness of the entire dream...of marriage, children and home...and knowing that it takes time to digest it all in pieces because it all cannot be done at once. Your post, Some Day, Some Way brought tears to my eyes. I am almost to that place of finally letting go of the past IF with haven given myself permission to grieve--but most importantly, I am not giving up on my dreams that I may one day become a mother. It will just be a different path and that is fine by me.

    Katie--Thank you for your understanding that healing is a process and does not have a timeline. I appreciate you continuing to read my blog (as with the other ladies) and to continue to give of your friendship and support. Thank you for your continued hope and belief that my Some Day, Some Way will come.

    Thank you all for believing in me and believing that I will one day be a good mother. Love and hugs to you all from the bottom of my heart!

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