I have admired Dr. Jill Biden since she became Second Lady during the Obama-Biden administration. I was so impressed that she continued teaching while taking on the responsibilities of her new position. I marveled at how she and Joe formed a loving family unit after the tragic death of his first wife Neilia and his infant daughter Naomi, and her love for his two sons, Beau and Hunter, who she considers her own sons.
This memoir just makes me admire and love her more. She opens up her heart to her readers, exposes her vulnerabilities as well as her many strengths. There are many parts of the book that just brought me to tears, especially when she is talking about the loss of her son, Beau. She doesn’t go into too much detail, but what she shared is heart wrenching. (Full disclosure: I lost my father to that same cancer.) She has a wicked sense of humor and lives playing practical jokes. (Her favorite holiday is April 1, of course!) She and Joe compliment each other in many ways: she is an introvert to his extrovert; she experienced crises of faith during difficult times, while he is always steadfast in his faith; he was a seasoned politician when she met him, while she was somewhat indifferent to politics at the time. They both had first marriages that ended and scarred them: his tragically and hers for reasons that she doesn’t go into, though it is implied that they were just so young. They both come from loving and loyal families.
The book is beautifully written, and although I didn’t have an audiobook, I could hear her voice when I read it.
There are some wonderful and moving passages in the book, some written by her, and others are quotes from others:
“ Let a teacher wave away the flies and put a plaster on the wound. Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you. And don’t believe for a moment that you’re healing yourself.”
Thirteenth-century Persian poet Rumi.
“ To love it all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket– safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside heaven you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
C.S. Lewis “The Four Loves”
“On June 17, 1977, wearing a white eyelet dress, I took my place next to Joe at the altar of the UN chapel in midtown Manhattan. As the priest started the marriage ceremony, Beau and Hunter stood up suddenly from the red velvet pews and made their way to the altar. They took their place beside Joe without saying a word. The boys hadn’t discussed it, and they didn’t ask anyone; they just instinctively understood that this was a marriage of the four of us. These precious little boys knew the obvious better than anyone else: that for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, it was us against the world.“
“Whether it’s adoption, divorce, same-sex marriage, or any number of iterations of family, the simple truth is that people should be able to define their own relationships. And so that’s what we’ve done. In our family, Neilia would always be Mommy, but I was Mom. There was room enough, there was love enough, for us all.”
“There’s a Hemingway quote that has stayed with me since I first read it: ‘The world breaks everyone and afterwords many are strong at the broken places.’ it always makes me think of Joe.“
“Maybe the strength we gain is simply the knowledge that survival is possible. Maybe it’s the realization that pain isn’t fatal, that it allows you to go back out into the world, breakable bones at all.“
“I know two things as I write this: I am not healed, but I am also not alone.”
“I now know the power of pain, to lay each of us bare, to strip away our pretenses and break down the structures we thought held us together. But I know, too, the power of compassion, like air for the drowning. I know that a gesture, even small, can become an act of mercy– a phone call, a joke among friends, an unexpected note. When you have been hollowed out, these connections, these moments of kindness are the only thing t can begin to fill you. They are the only language your heart can understand.”
“We are broken and bruised, but we are not alone. We rejoice together. We preserved together. We walk hand-in-hand through the twists and turns, and when we can’t walk, we let ourselves be carried. It is the gift we give: our strength, our vulnerability, our faith in each other. We know we cannot heal ourselves, but we can learn to lean on each other; we can lift each other up.
This is what makes us family. This is where the light enters.”
Regardless of your political persuasion, this book is an absolute recommend.