The Story Behind RECONSTRUCTING AMELIA by Kimberly McCreight
More than once, Iíve turned a corner on the way to pick up one of my
children and seen an ambulance parked out front of one of their schools.
Or at least thatís the way it looks, from several blocks away, down a
busy Brooklyn avenue.
Every time, I tell myself that itís not my child theyíre there for. My
child wasnít the one who had an asthma attack or fell off the monkey
bars or choked on a carrot. No, my child is fine. Absolutely fine.
And yet, I always walk faster, eyes locked on the ambulance, until I can
confirm that itís parked in front of an elderly neighborís brownstone.
Or until I see the EMTís returning lazily, another false alarm sorted.
Perhaps, I worry because Iím especially fatalistic. But I donít think
so. I think I worry because I am a mother.
It was as a mother that I grieved for the family of Teddy Graubard, a
star student and athlete who committed suicide by jumping out a window
at Dalton a couple years back. And it is as a mother that I grieve for
the many children who have taken their lives, unable to bear a daily
barrage of cyber-enhanced bullying.
It was out of this grief that Reconstructing Amelia was
born. To try to understand how children get pushed that far, destroyed
that deeply, especially when they have loving families standing by,
desperate to protect them.
Because as a mother, thatís the real terror; that we canít ever fully
protect our children. Not even when weíre right there with them.
Reconstructing Amelia is told from the alternating
perspectives of both Amelia and her mother Emily, to show exactly how so
many children get so terribly lost, and whyó no matter how hard we look,
or how close we standóit can be so awfully hard to find them.