Ok, so I’ve been reading the most amazing book written by a woman named Louise Hay way back in the 80’s… published in 1984. So, like, 34 years ago. But whatever… it’s amazing.
It’s amazing because it’s brought an idea to a level that I can finally grasp… something I’ve been trying to internalize for so long: how to better love myself.
Surely she says it better than I will here, but let me tell you what I’ve recently come to understand:
I am three years old.
It’s that whole inner child thing, I know, I know. But hear me out:
Aren’t we basically the same person throughout our life? I mean, we gain more experience and our brains and bodies mature, but the essence of who we are remains the same. When you were little… like 3-year-old-little… it’s likely that you were 1) adorable, 2) unashamed, and 3) really liked yourself. You knew how to ask for what you wanted. You knew when you needed rest and you knew when you needed to eat and you knew when you needed a snuggle. That’s how little kids are. I know this because they’re in front of my camera ALL. THE. TIME. and this is how they act. 100% THEMSELVES.
So follow me here. That amazing, adorable, unashamed 3 year old is still in there, you guys. She’s the same. You’re still her. Granted, with more experiences, but YOU’RE THE SAME PERSON.
It kind of blew my mind.
This week, I’ve been loving the little 3 year old Amy that’s still me. I’ve been WAY more gentle with myself (I mean… who yells at a 3 year old???) and have been so much more aware of the way other treat me. I’ve been a bit protective of myself, actually… protective of that sweet little girl who needs more encouragement and less criticism in her life.
And this may sound crazy, but I’ve been seeing other people as their 3 year old selves too. It’s been a game-changer.
So I’m leaving you with this: We’re all 3 years old inside, you guys. Love the hell out of that kiddo because she’s amazing and adorable and deserves a beautiful, happy life.