The work is gentle, but it is not easy. Because that child also carries the hard things: the first time you were told to be quiet. The moment you realized your parents were fallible. The loneliness of a birthday party where no one showed up. To reclaim them, you must be willing to sit beside those memories—not to fix them, but to say, "I see you. I’m sorry you were alone then. I’m here now."
And then you must let them lead.
You will feel ridiculous at first. That is the armor talking. That is the adult who built a fortress out of calendars and coffee and "I’ll sleep when I’m dead." But underneath the armor, your ribs are still a drum. Your heart is still a small, fierce thing that wants to run toward the ocean. Reclaiming the Inner Child
Reclaiming your inner child is not a one-time event. It is a daily homecoming. It is leaving a note on your own mirror that says: You are allowed to be soft. You are allowed to be curious. You are allowed to change your mind. The work is gentle, but it is not easy
Let them choose the color of the crayon. Let them jump in the puddle. Let them speak the truth you’ve been filtering through thirty layers of "appropriate." The loneliness of a birthday party where no one showed up