What would it look like if we all took the time to slow down and pay some much needed attention to our inner child? That part of us that is scared, tired, wounded, and looking for a safe place to snuggle up and feel loved. What if we showed the same compassion to ourselves that we showed to our own children? To our friends and loved ones? There's a time and a place for "you just gotta keep going". But these days, I think we need less of that and more permission to stop. To rest. This is my attempt at acknowledging my own inner child and giving her the understanding and nurturing she craves.
Gretchen, darling girl. You are so strong. But you have been through, and are still going through, a lot. It's okay to be afraid. It's okay to feel overwhelmed; to have these big feelings. I know you're hurting. In your body, in your soul. You miss your Momma. Especially as you're learning how to be a mama. It's okay to cry about that. It's okay to cry in general.
You are safe. I see you. I accept and appreciate you as you are. You will have an Inner Critic nagging you daily, as he is now. That's okay too. Let your critic blab on in the back seat. You're in the drivers seat, and I'm here to tell you that it's okay to pullover, and rest. Stretch your legs, stand amongst the trees, bask in the dappled sunlight, breathe in the fresh air.
You deserve to be loved, nurtured, cherished, honoured, protected, seen, known, appreciated. But it must start with you. So here I am, as your True Self, telling you that I love you, that I honour you, that
you are worthy.
I see you, and I love what I see. I appreciate you and all that you are, regardless of what you do or accomplish. Relax, girl. Rest more. Play more. Enjoy the unfolding.
All my love,
Gretchen
