Reclaiming The Inner Child -

It is saying yes to the ice cream cone before dinner. It is lying on the grass to watch clouds shape-shift into dragons and ships. It is letting yourself feel angry without immediately fixing it, and sad without rushing to numb it. It is asking for what you need, directly and without shame, the way a child tugs on a sleeve and says, "I'm scared. Stay with me."

There is a version of you who still believes in magic. Not the magic of tricks or illusions, but the real kind—the shimmering certainty that the world is soft, that laughter comes easily, and that your only job is to marvel at the way light bends through a glass of water. Reclaiming the Inner Child

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. It is saying yes to the ice cream cone before dinner

And you will finally remember: you were never supposed to outgrow yourself. You were only supposed to grow large enough to carry them both. It is asking for what you need, directly

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."