Lessons from Earth: The Importance of Your Inner Child

This post may get heavy, or it may not. I am not yet sure and your tolerance will vary, but the warning is there if you need it. I want to talk about how important it is to parent your own inner child, and sometimes how doing so can be the first time your inner child has ever had a parent this lifetime.

​This post is mostly personal.

Growing Up

For me, growing up on Earth was difficult. My childhood was not ideal, let's say. Aside from the density issues, walk-in-to-this-body adjustments, and general incompatibility with Earth's society in the late 1980's...I chose to have the experience of parents who were emotionally unavailable. When I was born, my mother didn't even hold me for the first 24 hours. My father did, so all due credit for first-time-breathing 1980's Earth air and being hugged goes to him. But mother didn't hold me at all. I have often wondered what oddities this caused in my consciousness and personality, because that's a traumatic experience for a newborn baby.

Perhaps it's why I was hyper-independent. Why it was easy for me to let people come and go into my life. Why I didn't attach too heavily to friendships and family especially.

While my father held me when I was born, his involvement in my childhood was nominal. He worked a lot, was tired a lot, my narcissistic mother drained him of all his energy, and he had his own traumatic experiences as a child that made him uncomfortable around children. (I don't think he realized this for a very long time. Not until I was in my 20's.) He was a closed door.

Mother was there for me as a child, I remember that and will give her credit where it's due. Our troubles didn't really come into play again until I was about 12 when she kept trying to make me into her. This usually involved me not doing anything right, which instilled a lot of "not enough" programming. Or if I dressed up too pretty, I'd get knocked down a peg. (Yeah. That happened.)

My brother, though younger than me, was energetically like a twin brother. (I don't mean a divine counterpart. His soul is my soul's brother.) He's a starseed like my father and I, and an old soul like me. We were both weird in the same way, which was nice. It was good to have that support for one another. From what I understand, he's doing a pod experience...which explains how some of his life unfolded and why it did in the way it did. I commend him on the difficulty setting he chose. It's been very challenging, and I'm very proud of him.

In summary, my parents were semi-absent. Though I wasn't totally alone.

Wounded Inner Child

All of these experiences resulted in an inner child self that was severely malnourished. I didn't know how to parent myself for the longest time, so I soldiered on through my early adulthood often ignoring my inner child. There were things that I liked that were not "properly adult", so I had to hide that part of myself a lot.

For example, I loved video games. Told no one about it. Loved anime. Told no one about it. Would stop and just laugh at something simple like the way a plant was looking or how someone was being silly in their behavior. I kept this laughter to myself. I'd get fascinated with the simplest of things, and sometimes people who didn't know me thought I was "touched in the head" (slightly retarded). So I hid that too. I still loved children's books even as an adult. Told no one.

It's any wonder anyone ever got to know me at all with all that I'd keep away from people. So, my inner child was often lonely, because I wouldn't let it go play with other people's inner children. Mostly because the people around me had wounded inner children themselves that they wouldn't let out to play.

The Importance of the Inner Child

So, now we come to now. Part of my spiritual awakening involved reparenting my inner child. At first, this was very painful, because we had to look at all the ways it was hurting and clean all the wounds. Which made them bleed quite a bit and it took a while for those wounds to heal.

Then, I had to get to know my own inner child. This part was actually fun, but it took a bit of bravery. Why? Because in order to get to know that part of myself, I had to let it out to play. Which meant letting other people see that part of myself. Let others see me laugh at something innocuous and not bother explaining why I was laughing. Let myself talk to my dogs, because that's what my inner child is good at doing--and not care if anyone thought I was weird or crazy for doing so. Paint whatever I desired to paint for no other reason than "Because I want to." And a big one was letting myself have the things my inner child wanted.

For example, one day I was sitting at my desk and my inner child tugs on my proverbial sleeve and says, "Can I have a stuffed fox?" And I say, "Sure you can have a stuffed fox! Let's go pick one out." So, I find myself ordering an amigurumi fox. My inner child named him "Rupert Fox", and I recently did a painting of this character. At no point did I ask why. I just did it. When I got the fox and held it, a whole bunch of tension and density just let go from childhood.

This is why it pays to listen to your inner child and do things for it without needing to know why. Just do it within reason.

In this time, I have realized that my inner child is the source of much of my personality. All the parts of me that are the most lovable stem from that part of myself. Of course, there are other parts of my personality that come from other facets, but I would argue the best parts come from the inner child. The part of me that is a blazing firebrand of passionate joy comes from there. The part of me that wants to learn and doesn't make assumptions about what it knows comes from there. The part of me that will look right into your eyes and see all the way down to who you are at your core and withhold judgement comes from there. The part of me that is an angel comes from there (or is it the other way around?).

And this is why it's important to make sure that part of yourself is well taken care of. Because some of your most powerful gifts and most lovable aspects come from your inner child.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

​--Kyriel