The Child Version of Me Never Really Left
Can you remember what it was like to be a child?
I can… kind of. Mostly in flashes.
Somewhere along the way, we grow up and slowly forget that version of ourselves. And if I’m being honest, that’s exactly what happened to me.
The moment I turned 18, my younger self started to feel like a distant memory—like background noise I didn’t really know how to turn off.
But here’s the thing…
As adults, we don’t actually lose that version of ourselves.
We just stop listening.
And I’ll be real with you—this blog is about being honest—I have a wounded inner child. I’m learning that the hard way.
Right now… I’m just trying to understand that part of me.
Not fix everything overnight.
Not be perfect.
Just… understand
Because when I look back, I can see it more clearly now.
When I was a young mom with three little kids, trying to juggle life, school, and a house that never stayed clean… I was overwhelmed. I yelled more than I’d like to admit. I lost my patience more times than I can count.
And looking back now?
I wasn’t just reacting to the moment…
I was reacting from something deeper I didn’t even realize was there.
That younger version of me never really got heard.
And maybe… that’s true for you too.
Because if you really stop and think about it…
how many of our reactions today are just little pieces of us asking to be understood?
It’s a strange thing to face.
It’s uncomfortable.
It’s emotional.
Sometimes it’s even a little embarrassing.
But it’s also… healing.
I’m not an expert. I’m just someone figuring this out as I go, trying to do a little better one moment at a time.
Some days I get it right.
Some days I don’t.
But I’m trying.
And if you’re on that same messy, emotional, sometimes confusing journey…
you’re not alone.
That little version of you still matters.
And maybe…it just needs you now more than ever.
Until we meet again, have a blessed day 💛
❤️