Loving the Inner Child

She is a little girl with eyes shaped like large almonds and trimmed with dark long lashes, pink lips that framed a timid smile, dressed like a little doll in an emerald green dress, flowered hair band, and Mary Jane shoes whether she liked it all or not.

She was a novelty to her mother after having raised 3 boys. She was the girl she hoped would come so she could teach her all the lessons of her own life - the good, the bad, and the ugly.  The little girl however carried more sadness her heart could hold and came through the other side, scathed but not broken.

I hold her tightly to my bosom in the hopes that she can feel the warmth of my skin, the smell of my hair, the beat of my heart and that she know how much she is loved and how precious she is; to tell her that nothing is impossible and that she can achieve all she can dream.

And so her journey begins to reboot the spirit, to listen, to see, to hear anew all that she missed and celebrate her uniqueness.