Childhood What is it meant to be? Innocence Trust Falling in love with the ones who love you the most Exploring and Discovering Mimicking and Learning Feeling proud and excited about every accomplishment Being silly and sharing laughter Feeling optimistic, like ‘the world is your oyster’ Spending time every day simply enjoying motion, sounds, sights and textures Having a friend or sibling to play with
When you’ve not had the childhood you needed, it can be healing to start giving it to yourself today. As much as you are able, allow yourself to be the happy child now that you wanted to be then. It’s not only a great way to enhance your healing – it’s also a way to discover who you are. Try it. Please share some of your own ideas. I’ll share some I have done.
1. Splash in a creek and throw rocks in the water. 2. Get out the pots and pans and other kitchen stuff to make music. 3. Make paper airplanes and other paper toys. 4. Fling jello onto the wall to see if it sticks. 5. Skate around the floor on socks to some favorite music. 6. Pick wildflowers (weeds) and put them in a little vase or glass. 7. Make lots of fun sound effects when you’re driving. 8. Make a fort and read a book inside it by flashlight. 9. Squish mud between your toes. 10. Run a stick against a fence and feel the clickety-clack.
That was fun just listing ideas. Here are some more ideas: 1. Put a straw in a glass of milk and blow bubbles. 2. Display your artwork on the fridge. 3. When you make a list, instead of checking things off, give yourself shiny foil stars. 4. Shoot rubberbands to your heart’s content. 5. Sprout a bean in a little cup of dirt. 6. Walk backwards to the mailbox.
While allowing yourself to be the child you wanted to be, you’ll also be the parent you needed. Rejoice with your child inside. Praise every little step of life.
What does it take to get out my paints? It takes empty hours with no constraints, Quiet surroundings and clean, neat spaces, Room to explore my artistic graces, No distractions of any kind, And most of all, a willing mind – Willing to try and fail, To be patient with small detail, Accepting whatever the outcome, Even if it’s humdrum; Such perfect circumstances are rare, Which means I need to begin with prayer.
Over the years I developed fears Of a certain snake Who likes to make Our garage the place Of discreet efface, Shedding its skin Bursting out from within, Leaving its legacy To haunt and menace me; What could go wrong With a snake five feet long? Might it someday roam Right into my home... Through narrowest stricture... You get the picture? So today, I chanced To look up - yes I glanced At the spot where I found The snake-skins abound. And, you guessed it, Behold! The actual live snake of old! Come once again To grow out of its skin; An unwelcome guest And the scariest pest. What should I do? If only I knew! This thing looked satanic - I decided to panic. Grabbing a broomstick, Like a lunatic, I whacked at the thing Hoping to bring It down. What a clown! Do you think it was bothered? Was it scared being clobbered? It was probably sneering At my useless spearing. Moving rather slowly It disappeared wholly Into the insulation To enjoy its vacation. So now I am tense; Have I no sense? Even more now I'm dreading The annual shedding Of the long black snake Who may avenge my mistake. How long do snakes live? Do they ever forgive?
Restless activity, low productivity; Hard to sleep, trying to keep Peace of mind while feeling inclined To fear the worst, like your heart will burst; Because of the weight of the long, lonely Wait.
One waits for a job offer As unemployment empties the coffer. One waits for college acceptance, Hoping their chosen path will commence. One waits for blood-work findings As their pain keeps on grinding. One waits for biopsy results; Braving the unknown like an adult.
All feel fragile and nervous, Needing our sympathy, support and service. Having a friend by their side Can turn the tide Of fear, anxiety and depression, Giving their fears and hopes expression, Assured that we care Because their burden we share Through the long, lonely Wait.
Speaking of waiting, I haven’t been able to create a poem every day lately, and it feels like too long a time between poems!