An article suggesting questions to ask an MK (missionary kid) made me realize something.
If you asked me about my losses (question nine on the list) I wouldn’t know where to begin, and even if I did know where to start, the losses I’ve logged may not be very recognizable to you.
But I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t. Coming back to the United States was hard in many ways, exciting in others, and learning to live with unresolved grief or ambiguous loss is something I’ll deal with the rest of my life.
I don’t regret it. I had a wonderful childhood in a place of ugliness that amused and beauty that broke your heart. I accumulated losses, yes, but I didn’t register those as losses during my childhood. They were just normal life. So even though I bear marks of that now, I’m fortunate to consider my childhood as happy and blessed.
Things might have been different, but they could not have been better, as Niggle says in J.R.R Tolkien’s Leaf by Niggle.