Last night, I was shown a beautiful thing.
“They” told me my ego, was my inner two year old…
Who’s laughter and play can fill me with the most beautiful joy.
Who falls and scrapes her knees in the rush to embrace the whole world at once… and who needs to be held and comforted when she does.
She is the one I used to always let drive the car… leaving bits and pieces of herself, strewn everywhere down the road behind us.
And she is the one who was brave enough to come into this world to enlighten us both, feeling completely alone and cut off.
She is the one who learned to sparkle and shine, when she was alone in the dark… and to love, even when she was not loved it return.
How could I possibly not love this beautiful child with all my heart?