cherry pie, high heeled shoes, and unconditional love

Once upon a time there was a little red haired girl.
She loved books and babydolls, green army men and Barbies.
She wanted to be a mommy and a teacher when she grew up.
She loved scrambled eggs and cherry pie.
She loved to play dress up…especially with high heeled shoes.
She had a great big laugh, way bigger than her little body could even hold.
She had her tonsils taken out and also had scarlet fever.
She wrecked her bike…a lot.
She was an excellent tree climber.
She loved to swing.
She loved the smell of lilacs.

She is me.
I am she.

Now I am a grown up red haired girl.
I still love books and babydolls and Barbies.
I am a mommy and a teacher.
I still love scrambled eggs and cherry pie.
I absolutely love high heeled shoes.
I still have a great big laugh.
I had LASIK and a hysterectomy.
I’ve never wrecked my car.
I miss climbing trees.
I don’t love to swing anymore…it makes me queasy now.
I still love the smell of lilacs.

That little girl had some seriously great adventures…some not so great, but she learned from them, the good, the bad, the indifferent. She learned how to become me. And she worked hard to learn how to love being me. I’m grateful for every little thing she experienced.

I remember being her.
I am being me because I was her.

Occasionally, I realize I should treat the me I am now the way I want that little girl to be treated…with kindness and respect and an unending supply of unconditional love.
I realize we should all experience that kind of love.

And get to wear high heeled shoes.

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6 thoughts on “cherry pie, high heeled shoes, and unconditional love

  1. Fantastic post!
    I think we all need to remember the child within us and to treat ourselves with the love and respect we deserve.

  2. WordsFallFromMyEyes

    What a gorgeous post. Love reading of this little red haired girl, & can imagine you today. A strong post. Lovely 🙂

  3. Apart from the high heeled shoes, which are better on you than me, I wish I was as loved as you love that little girl.

    • I honestly believe you can love yourself as much as she is loved.
      It took me over 40 years to really love that girl.
      It’s a journey, right? You know how I feel about journeys…but this one was and continues to be worth it.
      I wish you the same love, Jack.

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