I am a mother of three, and while I am by no means a perfect mom (whatever that means), I treat my children with respect, love and care.
My inner child does not receive this quality of parenting; not even close. She is asked, “What is wrong with you?”, and her feelings are frequently shut down for fear of seeming too needy or immature. She is constantly pushed away or neglected.
It is time for her to be seen, to be healed. When she takes control of my life, I am holding her, parenting her, listening to her, and giving her boundaries. I am showing her respect, and making sure she is heard. I am no longer rejecting her, and I am telling her she is safe.
I am telling her she is loved.