“
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.
—Kris
Carr