We find ourselves all grown up. Moving around in adult bodies with adult perceptions and problems – some are real and some are born from obsessive thinking. Our heads rattle with comparison, self-judgement, wavering self-worth, desires, ideas of success and failure – there’s the endless to-do list and the endless to-not-do list.
Take a breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Like a child, exhale and move your jaw, make funny faces, stretch your facial muscles. Be in your face … feel it. Imagine yourself as a four-year-old. Pull your tongue right out. Make some gibberish noises. Notice how this is for you. You can’t get this wrong. Simply witness your level of comfortability. Then do it again.
Do you have a favourite picture of you as a child? One in which there is an undeniable exuberance and joy beaming out of you. One where the light seems to be coming from within for no apparent reason. One in which you could say that you were in a state of ‘no-mind’. A state of flow and grace and aliveness and beingness and you couldn’t even spell these words nevermind have any idea what they meant.
That’s you in there … that’s the real you. The beingness of you. The spark of the one true light flickering in your skin. That’s you, all biology and chemistry and sound and light vibration. That’s you broadcasting out into the universe with your irreplaceable song.
Here are some things that you might have said when asked; What does love mean?
Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired. — Terri, age 4.
When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hand’s got arthritis too. That’s love. — Rebecca, age 8.
Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other. — Karl, age 5.
Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is Okay. — Danny, age 8.
Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and just listen. — Bobby, age 7.
If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate. — Nikka, age 6.
Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well. — Tommy, age 6.
During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore. — Cindy, age 8.
My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night. — Clare, age 6.
Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford. — Chris, age 7.
Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. — Mary Ann, age 4.
I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones. — Lauren, age 4.
When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you. — Karen, age 7.
You really shouldn’t say I love you unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget. — Jessica, age 8.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth. — Billy, age 4.
Perhaps you were like this little boy, who when he saw his elderly next-door neighbour crying because he had recently lost his wife, he went over to him and sat in his lap. When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing, I just helped him cry.’
Beloved UPLIFT Family,
We really hope you take the time to dig out that photo of you in your innocence-essence and put it somewhere that you can see it every day.
We’d love to know if you have any classic anecdotes that came straight from the mouths of babes. Perhaps something you yourself said as a child. Perhaps something your children or grandchildren once said. We love the ‘naughty-innocent’ things they say too.
Here’s one from my very own archives … True Story!
On my first day of school, which was a half-day, my mother picked me up and asked me how I liked my day. I, very innocently, said,
It was good. But two boys had a fight in the playground and one boy said to the other boy, “If you don’t shut up I’ll kick you up the fu*king bum!” And it’s naughty to say bum, isn’t it Mum?”
To which my mother replied while stifling a laugh, “Yes it is!”
*We were unsuccessful in finding the source of the children’s quotes in this article. If any of our dear readers know it, please get in touch so we can credit accordingly.