Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.
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O-oh. I did not know what I was expecting when I read that, but that was not it. Still, I think that actually makes it better for me. Thank you~
and I will Try.
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I… I actually needed this.
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Shit. Yeah, me too.
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Five year olds are children, therefore terrifying and must be avoided at all costs. I guess we could call truce and watch Disney movies together, but that’s pushing it.
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