He might be old and big enough to be a size 46, but the heart beating inside his chest is the heart of a shattered child… A heart torn by a childhood that is sad …miserable…devoid of any kind touches…and lacking whispers…whispers of love: “I love you…Yes, I love you the way you are… and for no particular reason… But having you in my life makes me happy.”
As he grew; the size of his trousers grew larger…so did his shirt….his shoes…his height as well as his weight… Yet, that heart of the innocent child desperate for love… and awaiting acceptance…remained young…It was still there… waiting.
He could not figure out why he was slapped on the face!! He could not explain to himself why they called him those names!! He could not understand why he was subject to such indifference!! He grew older and older but he never understood or knew why!!
He however, was positive
Or is it coming from the inner child in pain? I wonder what he needs. How can I comfort him??”
When you notice that you are about to reach out to hit your child, withdraw your hand behind your back and ask yourself “What is going on exactly? Who is hitting me or the inner child???”... ” Am I hitting my child because he has a life and some freedom that I did not enjoy??”… “Am I provoked because he has toys… a loving father and opportunities better than what I have dreamed of??” Remember… it is not you who is jealous... It is not you who is discontent...angry...or provoked…But it is your inner child…He lacks kindness… He lacks affection...He lacks