Take care of your inner child with affection

When I was a kid:

I liked to run around, feel the wind, climb trees, explore the world.

As long as I was on the beach, river or pool, I would be in the water.

I smiled at everyone.

He played at speaking in other languages.

It created crazy stories.

I loved going to school, making friends.

I played many things alone and with my brothers.

I liked to watch cartoons.

I made my own stationery while I couldn't buy it.

He made cardboard dolls and countless outfits for them.

He used and dared creativity in games.

I liked being shirtless.

I made magic potions with my brothers.

I had the privilege of meeting and playing with my grandfather Yozo for at least a few days.

It was very naughty.

I liked the ball my grandfather gave my brother a lot more than the doll I got from him.

I taught classes for my toys gathered in the kitchen and tiles were my painting.

I really enjoyed playing on the street barefoot, playing volleyball, burning, chopping up everything, running bottle caps, playing with marbles ...

I loved playing Alex Kid, Super Mario Bros, Bomberman and Sonic in the video game.

But when I was a kid I also ...

I was learning to feel insecure, unintelligent, incapable, outside the standards.

I was learning to compare myself for less.

I was afraid of the dark.

Fear of the “cotton woman”.

Fear of being beaten.

I dreamed that my parents would separate.

I spent many moments of scarcity with my family.

I had the feeling that I did everything wrong, that I didn't think straight, because my father told me that.

I learned to walk, breathe and play completely in silence so as not to disturb.

He drank water bottles with ice in his glass, playing drinking whiskey inspired by scenes from soap operas he watched.

I heard from a girl who worked at my house and took care of me and my brothers, that she was going to kill herself and give each of us a piece of her body, and I kept imagining her head rolling in my toy box.

I had a certain type of compulsion in which in my head if I did not repeat certain attitudes a certain number of times, I believed that I would die.

I separated many couples of butterflies when they were mating, thinking it was doing them good.

I put colored pencils in my mouth as if it were lipstick and I was considered an absurd vain and excited, which made me very ashamed by my attitude.

I felt bad when my father fought with me, and I felt much worse if I was wearing a skirt ...

We all bring our inner child with us. That part of us that is more cheerful, spontaneous, fun, sensitive, innocent, light, capable of admiring the simple things.

But if in childhood, our child was injured and we were not yet able to allow feelings to heal and reframe, she still carries many pains and will act for us in many moments of adult life driven by those wounds and pains she carries.

Traumas, memories and beliefs that we hold in the body, mind, soul and emotions can reverberate throughout our lives within us if we do not heal these wounds.

Things we hear, feel and experience through living with teachers, friends, colleagues and family, especially parents, even if they did not have this intention, can remain with us doing us harm. It is important to remember that not everything is received the same way it was sent. We feel and perceive things from our perspective.

Thus, we acquire insecurities, pains, hurts, sadness, feelings of abandonment, of not being important, of incapacity, of comparison, of non-acceptance, of hate for ourselves, of rejection, a feeling of being judged and condemned all the time .. .

Through the wounds, people acquire social garments that do not belong to us, absolute truths that do not exist about us, fears and a very distorted view of ourselves, increasingly distancing us from our essence.

We create defense mechanisms to protect ourselves and stay in an area that we think is safe. We stop doing things that we would like to do in order not to risk suffering and getting hurt even more, as we still feel the latent wound.

And injured in such intensity, it is enough for us to press the callus for the injured child to manifest.

Often, throughout the day, it is the injured child who speaks and acts, not the adult. This happens many times because we seek what we felt we lacked in childhood: love, affection, attention, security, encouragement, recognition, approval, validation ...

And our wounded child ends up reacting with emotional blackmail, revenge, dependence, power play, we create fanciful stories in the head that make us suffer and we act as if they were real with the people involved, we feel jealous, we blame the other, we curse, we fight, humiliate, mock, ridicule, position ourselves as victims, judge, isolate ...

Try to identify in yourself, the attitudes of other people that led you to quickly get out of your mind and act like an immediate child, reacting without thinking, automatically. These attitudes, which acted as trigger triggers for you to act that way.

We react like this because in fact we are hit hard in the wounds of our child, for these attitudes make us feel fear, shame, insecurity, guilt, lack, feeling of emptiness, hurt, distrust or anger.

Tantric psychotherapy is an excellent tool to obtain quick and very effective results, combining spoken therapy and body therapy, working on self-knowledge, bringing awareness of the characteristics of the injured child, and helping to identify the triggers that lead us to access it and allow act in the adult's place. Realizing what feelings are behind these behaviors and creating alternatives so that we can stay conscious during the situation.

It is great to start noticing when our injured child comes up and being able to look at the situation as observers and breaking the cycle of pain that would start from that particular situation that brought it up.

Working so that we can recognize the pains of the past, look at our child in a loving, gentle and welcoming way, heal their wounds, bring new codes to that body, aware of what we can do with what we suffered in the past now in the present . Taking our responsibility for our lives here and now.

Bring awareness that we do not need to continue in that pain that hurt us one day, that it has passed. That we are protagonists of our own history and leaving the past in the past is very important for us to be the creators of our present reality.

Understand that father and mother have their worldviews and bring up many questions from their injured children as well and look at them without judgment, without analyzing whether you would have done differently from what they did, and separate what is yours and yours that belongs to each of them and each of them, is a huge cure. Honoring them and all their ancestry for having presented you with the possibility of living and experiencing everything we can is liberating.

May we welcome our child, look at her with love and affection, hug her, show that everything is fine, that she is smart, loved, loved, fun, creative, full of qualities, that she knows she can play with sun and laugh at yourself ... May we carry it with us, leaving it free, spontaneous and happy. Making our life light, full of desire to explore, to know, to experience, with a sweet and caring look at things and people, valuing simple things, with an easy smile, laughter and innocence in the soul ...

Namaste!