I was doing a reply to an email chain letter the other day called “getting to know your friends”, and when I got to question 44 “who do you miss the most?” I was surprised by the answer I had typed. My brain was telling me to type ‘my dad’ or ‘my gran’ but my fingers had already typed ‘the child’. It seemed that logic had been overtaken and replaced by something much more important. Question 44 had left me with another question to answer that was not on the original email. I finished the rest of the questions and sent off my reply.
I pondered and ruminated for a while over my answer and wondered why I had given it, I wasn’t unhappy with my life , I wasn’t yearning for anything or anyone, I thought I was pretty well balanced as it happened. Yet there had to be a reason didn’t there, somewhere in my psyche I must have needed to bring this to the fore.
I really do miss my dad and I miss the other members of my family and friends who have passed to spirit so why did I not write any of them down. So I had to take a long hard look at Me then – I must have the answer. Well I put the question to bed quite a few times then I took it out again and examined it, and each time I looked at it I found a little bit more. Here is how it went:
The Child :
• So do I miss being a child – yes was the answer – I’d had a great childhood. I spent long summers climbing trees and playing make believe, school was even fun as I was constantly learning new skills and meeting new friends. My parents were fair and I knew they loved me and my brothers and I never went without, not without the important things anyway. I knew they would always be there for me and they always were.
• What had changed to make me miss the child – Well I’d had 3 children of my own and they are all grown up now so perhaps I’m missing doing childish things with them as they are beyond all that now. You know how you can, for a while at least, escape the mundane and join in again in the no-strings attached world of child’s play. Yes I missed that, although as a mum I’d had to be the responsible one, I could still escape for a while with the boys.
• Do I want to be a child again – No not at this present time as I have too much work to do for spirit (at least I hope I have) in order to help the world emerge, and although it’s tempting to turn a blind eye and just indulge myself, I know I won’t as my responsible head would certainly take over.
• Why was I only just realising this now – I’ve been looking at myself and who I am over the past year or so and wondering how do I fit into the great plan and why am I following this path now. I’ve moved form total acceptance of how the world is today, to why isn’t the world the way it should/could be. Maybe I have lost my rose coloured spectacles and am just seeing things as they actually are for the first time in my 43 years.
Whoa hold up there I am thinking – that’s a bit profound, where did this come from. Must be the child in me, my inner being, my higher self, am I having a wake-up call? Yes I think I may be.
So what is the answer to this new question – “Why the child”. I think I have worked it out and I thought it was important enough to share with my friends, so I hope you don’t mind, but here is what came to me.
What are the most important things to a child: friendship, love, belonging, learning, trust, laughter, play, nourishment of course, and knowing that each new day they wake the world offers up to them the chance to join in the most wonderful game of all – life. It’s all so uncomplicated, wouldn’t it be great if it could stay that way.
So I have decided that I am going to let the child in me run amok for a while, in fact I’m positively going to encourage it. Each day I’m going to take time out for me – to be me – and not what society dictates or what others expect. I want to feel the freedom of spirit I had as a child and I want to concentrate on the important things in life, and by doing so maybe I can make my little corner of the world reflect the way things should be. And no, I won’t really be climbing any trees in an effort to recapture my childhood (physical impossibility, brain willing but limbs not), but I will be having quality time each day so I can be quiet and meditate, take a walk through the woods or by the seaside, or simply just to chat with friends and appreciate all the great gifts we’ve been given.
Disclaimer – Now I am not suggesting for one moment that you can take what I have said here and use it as justification for knocking on your neighbour’s door and then running away and hiding, or eating all the children’s sweets and blaming it on he boogey man. I thought it would be good if you could sit back awhile and look at yourself too and remember what is important to you, I don’t think we do that nearly enough – do we?