We hear a lot of talk, both in and out of recovery circles, about “finding our inner child”, “nurturing our inner child”, comforting or parenting our inner child. Many of us have forgotten who that child was, and that’s too bad for both the adult us and the child.
One of my morning readings suggested keeping a photo of us as a child in our wallets, to remind us of who it was and who we were. I don’t carry a regular wallet, just a Crabby Wallet®, so that’s not really an option for me. However, I do have several photos of me as a small child. Most of them echo the unhappy kid that I often was, but there is one that shows me as the happy child that I should have been all the time.
I think this one’s going to get scanned, printed, framed, and put in a prominent place in my workspace. The happy child deserves to be remembered, as well as the less happy version.