INNER CHILD

It goes without repeated mentioning the I am often the beneficiary of the lessons Becky and I plan for Hope Group. It also goes without saying that sometimes we focus on some pretty heavy stuff. Last Monday we instructed the group members to draw a picture of themselves as a child while holding the marker in their non-dominant hand. I decided to participate, intrigued by what my left hand might create.
Wowza, it was a doozy.

I was taken by the abundance of emotion that came out in my drawing. I'll spare you the dejected details of the photo but I chose to share the letter I wrote to my young inner child:

We all carry a lot of beliefs from our past. Some beliefs can weigh as heavy burdens and I instantly thought of my Buca baby. Life can be hard and I don't ever want her to feel the loneliness I was reflecting back on. More than anything I want her sweet spirit to feel understood, important, and her individuality celebrated. So I did what any other mother would do.... we ate cookies. Just me and the Buca and some seriously delicious sugar cookies from Cutler's.
Our little date was sublime. Just the two of us without any to do lists, phone calls, or a care for the calorie intake that was adding up quickly. We just ate cookies and drank in the experience. My cup runneth over.

Someone once said how do you spell LOVE?
T-I-M-E
I have set a very deliberate intention to make certain that Layla feels my love for her. She is all deserving of happy childhood memories. It's time to nurture both our inner children.
On the way out to the car after our delectible dessert, Buca gently patted my face and made the sweetest eye contact with me, as if to say... "thank you for taking time to enjoy me momma." I think my inner child said, "dito."