Carl Jung called it the “Divine Child” and Emmet Fox called it the “Wonder Child.” Some psychotherapists call it the “True Self” and Charles Whitfield called it the “Child Within”. My Inner Child is my emotional self. It is where my feelings live. When I experience joy, sadness, anger, fear, or affection my Child Within is coming out. When I am being playful, spontaneous, creative, intuitive and surrendering to the spiritual self, my Genuine Authentic Self, my Devine Child, is being welcomed and encouraged to be present.
There is abounding joy in my heart to know you, my Inner Child, are able to come out into the light more often these days from where you hid in the dark for so many, many years. Much regret that things were as they were for so very long has turned into tenderness I joyfully embrace you with.
Dear Little One,
The parents who barely noticed you are not around. You do not have to fear hearing “go get my belt”. There’s no need for a little boy to wonder what the adults are doing in the dark with their clothes off. Begging to go to the dentist because a tooth hurts and not getting to go no longer needs to make you sad. There are no more welts on your legs from a willow “switch” you were whipped with. The Father who never came to see you is gone now. Sacking coal outside in the rain is no longer your chore to do in the winter cold after school. The bruises are gone. You can walk through a room without the man your mother married exploding into a rage over the least little thing. Seeing your little brother sad and lost while crying where his “Daddy is” has faded.
Gone are the days of wondering why your mother won’t protect you. “He” can’t hurt you any longer. Why your father got another woman pregnant and left you, your brother and mother behind is not a haunting riddle any longer. Feeling in the way and unwanted is something you don’t have to bear any longer. Being embarrassed about where you live and the clothes you had is behind you. You can have friends over now without the stepfather being mean to them or saying things that shame you in front of them. Gone are the days when you wet the bed. The wounds on your leg from the barbed wire you ran into while running from “him” in the dark are healed. No longer do you have to work every day after school and on Saturday in “his” store without getting even a little praise for what you do.
You don’t have to steal any more to have money for your school lunch. Gone is being made to feel guilty about the cost when you got hurt and had to go to the doctor. Who your parents are no longer affects if a girl is allowed to go out with you. Feeling like an outcast is no longer necessary. The grades of an honor student, the science fairs you won and other awards at school really did matter even if those at home did not care. No longer do you have to swallow bad “food” that almost made you throw up every time you were made to eat it. Those who always made you feel never good enough are no longer around. I’m glad you don’t bite your fingernails now. No longer are you “slave labor” for a mentally sick man. You don’t have to be afraid any more.
* You can be a child now.
* It’s OK to make mistakes.
* Laughing and having fun is a good thing.
* You can have friends.
* There is love you are allowed to feel.
* I love you, I care about you and I accept you just the way you are.
* I am so proud of you and all that you are.
* You are so beautiful and attractive.
* You are so bright and talented.
* You are so artistic and creative.
* You are “perfectly imperfect”.
* You are such a good worker.
* I am sorry I let you get hurt.
* I am sorry I neglected you.
* I am sorry I forgot you.
* I am sorry I ignored you.
* I am sorry I took you for granted.
* I am sorry I made you grow up so fast.
* I am sorry I had to rely on you so much.
* You can trust me to take care of you.
* You can trust me to be there for you.
* You can trust me to do my best to protect you from hurt or pain.
I love you,
I found my child within today,
For many years so locked away,
Loving, embracing, needing so much,
If only I could reach in and touch.
I did not know this child of mine,
We were never acquainted at three or nine,
But today I felt the crying inside,
I’m here I shouted, come reside.
We hugged each other ever so tight,
As feelings emerged of hurt and fright.
It’s okay, I sobbed, I love you so!
You are precious to me, I want you to know.
My child, my child, you are safe today,
You will not be abandoned, I’m here to stay.
We laughed, we cried, it was a discovery,
This warm, loving child is my recovery.
“My Child Within” by Kathleen Algoe