Do You Have a Little One to Tend to?

The little person in you. They’re in there. Feeling scared and shy because her eyes have conjunctivitis and she knows something is off and it’s pre-school picture day. I remember this day and how I felt. Like it was yesterday. I was sitting next to my best friend in the class picture when her other friend pointed out that my eyes didn’t look right and the teacher pulled me away from the group to look at them. When I got back the spot next to my friend was taken and I had to kneel in the bottom row next to two boys. I just want to hug this little bb. And tell her sometimes things are going to feel weird, and you may not feel like you can talk to anyone about it, but I am here now with you, to hold it, to listen, so you’re not all alone with something terrifying. Because there will be terrifying things too. I’m here. You’re not alone. We’ll get help when we need. I’ve got you now.

Do you have a little one that you tend to too? When she shows up strong pushing to the surface. Or curling in on herself like a shriveling seed. Terrified and lost. And begging for a reminder that she’s not all alone and this won’t last forever.

Do you unleash her power when needed? Confident and playful, not quite knowing of shame yet, ready to run heart forward and boisterous on the scene to perform, express, connect. Because what better feeling than connection! And being seen!

Little ones, we’ve got you. A lot of it is not going to make any sense. At all. And you’re going to wonder- how did I end up here? How did we end up here? And together you’ll shake your heads and sometimes wail about it or feel utterly frozen under the enormity of the shit. And still you will find people that make magic out of terror and art out of heartache and pain and the most unfair of circumstances and service out of their precious very limited spare time. And that will remind you that as stupefying as things can be they are also tender and good.

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