The Daily Deskhenge:
Ok, fess up: who out there is being mean to their inner child? Who is it? Come on, don’t be shy! We all kick the crap out of our own inner children on a daily basis, not because we mean to be mean, or because we’re truly Dickensian in our need to starve our child-labor force and then send it out to pick a pocket. Admit it, you’re mean to yourself. You say mean things, you call yourself a dork, or stupid, or clumsy, or worse words that I’m not going to mention here because they suck. Well, stop it.
Take a minute to imagine the most sensitive part of yourself as a little kid, maybe four or five years old. You don’t care what you’re wearing, but you *do* care very much that you’ve got your super-hero cape on, or your baseball cap, or your ballerina tutu, or your sparkly tennis shoes with the velcro straps that sounds so cool when you unstrap them. You play, you explore, you take things apart, you put them back together, you have no idea what most stuff means, it doesn’t hurt to run, and it’s actually a blast to jump off the furniture. Now imagine the conscious, “present” You trying to be a good parent to that little-kid You. How would you do it? Would you yell at or hit the kid? Would you listen to the kid’s stories, and truly hear what he or she is trying to say?
This is not to give you grief for being a bad “You-parent.” Parents are the way they are (i.e., in charge) for a reason: parents set limits and controls, provide safety and security, and provide loving support and encouragement to the Innocent. At least I hope your parents were like this. But even if they weren’t, this is a good way to parent yourself. Encourage your inner child to do all the things you’d wish for any sensitive child. Allow yourself to have that, and to be that for you.