Like when you used to be inseparable. People didn’t think of them without you and vice versa. You had a million inside jokes. You talked for hours and hours. They were your best friend. And then one day it was like you were never friends at all and it’s not even like anything bad happened. There was no fight or anything, you just weren’t on their mind anymore and you just drifted apart.
Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.