As a young child, I was a dedicated rule follower out of necessity. Survival meant adhering strictly to instructions; otherwise, I risked Dad scowling and calling me ‘stupid.’ I refrained from asking questions, spilling a drink, or making mistakes and I always avoided coloring outside the lines (literally, and if I didn’t color the entire page, including the background, Dad would berate me and call me ‘wasteful’). I did everything I could to obey my father’s definitions of ‘right’ and ‘wrong.’
Over the past two decades, I’ve embarked on a journey to unlearn this rule-bound mindset, embracing the nuanced beauty found in shades of gray. Despite this evolution, my inclination to view the world in my father’s black-and-white picture, particularly in terms of behavioral norms, rears its ugly head every now and then. It’s an automatic response ingrained deeply within me from hearing over and over how to ‘properly’ behave. Stand up straight, Danielle. Only speak when spoken to, Danielle. Do not accept things from others, not even a sandwich from your grandmother when we visit. We don’t need help from anyone. Don’t ever talk about your feelings, Danielle. No one wants to hear about your feelings…
Recently, I impulsively called my husband, Ron, at work to share little updates from my day and to chitchat. When he answered, his tone was quiet, ‘Hi babe. I just walked out of a meeting to grab your call. Give me a second.’
This sparked anxiety. The scared rule-following child within me was triggered. A surge of warmth and blood rushed to my head. I disrupted Ron’s workday. Not good of you Danielle. And Ron…Grrr, Ron. You shouldn’t have left the meeting…That’s not professional…What if you get in trouble?
As my internal turmoil intensified, Ron, upon finding a better place to talk, came back on the phone, “Babe, I’m so grateful you called. Today has been challenging, and hearing your voice means everything to me right now.” In that moment, tears welled up, and my lips curled into a smile.
I had, indeed, done ‘the right thing.’ Ron had also done ‘the right thing.’
My call to Ron served as a powerful reminder. The traumas from my past still surface occasionally, indicating the ongoing need for inner child work – Yes, healers need healing too.
This shared moment also reminded me that our intuition is our true compass and that determining ‘the right thing to do’ is only for the individual to decide. While I know all of these things, I’m always grateful for these beautiful reminders as they allow me to recenter and remember the true me – not the one that was conditioned by fears and limiting beliefs.
It’s my hope that, if it resonates with you, my reflections inspire you to reflect on your own inner child work. May this lead you to view situations and the world through the eyes and heart of your soul, allowing your intuition to consistently guide your path.
If you feel drawn to explore your inner child’s needs through a psychic mediumship session, please know I would be honored to support you in this sacred work. Together we rise.
PS – Here’s an affirmation to use when your wounded inner child gets triggered, “I have the power to cultivate a safe and nurturing space within myself, where my inner child feels heard, valued, and free to embrace the wisdom of my intuition.”
PPS – Do you want to help your inner child heal? If so, grab a pen and paper. Take a few moments to revisit a specific childhood memory that continues to stir up strong emotions. Dive into the details, allowing yourself to immerse in the feelings that arise. As you relive this moment, consider the emotions your younger self experienced and acknowledge the impact it may still have on you today. Now, close your eyes and imagine stepping into the scene of that hard event as a caring and nurturing presence. How can you offer comfort and understanding to your younger self? What words of reassurance or gestures of compassion can you provide to ease the emotional burden? Write a letter to your inner child, expressing love, support, and healing.