I’m hanging with my shrink and he brings up some inner child stuff. My general response: “Really? Come on. You’re gonna pull the Inner Child card on me? That is SO 1994.”
And then we laugh, hard, like we do, and he gives his best exaggerated Jew-Bu shrug, “Well, that’s when the wound happens, so it’s like, hard to get around.”
Eye roll. I’d like to think that my years of earnest (and not-so-earnest) contemplation, and metaphysical expeditions, and sacred dancing, and dirty dancing (same thing), and fire-walking, and colonics, and green juice, and kundalini breakthroughs, and hang outs with ethereal beings, has you know, gotten me over the Inner Child Thing. Like, I’m a growwwwn wuhman. I can do what EVAH I want.
I did a Divine Your Life Session with Deb Kern, and it came up again. “Groan. You want me to meditate for 21 days on my Inner Child? Okaaaay.” And I did. And there was a whole world of pain and POWER in there.
The same week…the founder of Bamboletta sent me a doll. Not just any doll. A sacred, hand-crafted, eco-everything BAMBOLETTA Doll. With a note: “She’s a reminder of the power of your inner child.” And Christina made a request of me: “My only request is that you don’t put a picture of the doll on social media.” And then I crumbled/cried. For two reasons: Secondly, because someone was really truly gifting me something. There was no implied request for a tweet or a Facebook mention. And firstly, my Inner Child. There she was again. Pain and power — just what I was looking for, actually.
THE WHOLE INNER CHILD THING. AND WHY IT MATTERS.
Being whole means integrating your various selves. Your masculine and your feminine. Your light and it’s shadowy edges. Your Inner Child and your fully present adult self.
Your actual childhood is only part of your Inner Child story. No one gets out of childhood unscathed because we are so vulnerable as children — even those of us who had pretty good childhoods, (“pretty good childhood” being a very relative term.) We are small and tender. We are stunningly impressionable. And vastly, we’re at the mercy of the grownups around us. Kids are easy to hurt.
Your Inner Child is an energy within you — and it’s always there, no matter how old or sophisticated you become.
Tender. True. Protected by YOU.
Takes a grown up to love that fiercely.