A childhood memory is our resource
A Childhood Memory is our resource.
It’s in childhood that we perceive the world around us most vividly and emotionally. We absorb everything, reacting with liveliness and curiosity. Every new experience feels unknown, fascinating. I believe everyone has a memory like that— even if their childhood wasn’t always filled with joyful moments.
I remember one of the rare moments with my parents: we were sliding down a snowy hill together. It was getting dark, snow was falling and crunching, and we were playfully fighting for the title of “king of the hill.” We were laughing. Everything felt light and carefree. As a child, I felt happy and safe. My parents were still young and full of joy.
A memory like this can live in each of us and nourish us during life’s difficult moments.
They stay with us forever. Through them, I once felt the love of the world around me. There were times in life when I lost that feeling, when access to it seemed blocked— but I managed to remember it again and hold onto it, this time for good.
All of us have had such moments of love and acceptance. They may have been fleeting—perhaps later buried under layers of painful experiences—but deep inside our hearts and souls, they remain. And we can find our way back to them. Through them we can begin to treat ourselves with love, acceptance, and respect.
That is the only way to truly heal inner wounds—by leaning on the love within us and wrapping our inner child in its warmth.
Sometimes we have to see and release many things inside ourselves before this loving figure can appear. One that, instead of criticism, restriction, humiliation, or scolding, simply picks us up, holds us close, and lets us feel safe. The inner child responds—reaching out with tiny arms, clinging back with bliss and relief, finally feeling connected and accepted.
And that loving figure speaks words of encouragement and belief in you. She cushions your falls, protects you from harshness and judgment. She’s always on your side—she’ll never leave you or betray you.
And only through this bond—between the loving inner parent and the inner child—can a mature, adult self be born. One who, nurtured by this safe foundation, is able to make decisions, set goals, assess the world around, and fulfill your needs and desires.
It’s in childhood that we perceive the world around us most vividly and emotionally. We absorb everything, reacting with liveliness and curiosity. Every new experience feels unknown, fascinating. I believe everyone has a memory like that— even if their childhood wasn’t always filled with joyful moments.
I remember one of the rare moments with my parents: we were sliding down a snowy hill together. It was getting dark, snow was falling and crunching, and we were playfully fighting for the title of “king of the hill.” We were laughing. Everything felt light and carefree. As a child, I felt happy and safe. My parents were still young and full of joy.
A memory like this can live in each of us and nourish us during life’s difficult moments.
They stay with us forever. Through them, I once felt the love of the world around me. There were times in life when I lost that feeling, when access to it seemed blocked— but I managed to remember it again and hold onto it, this time for good.
All of us have had such moments of love and acceptance. They may have been fleeting—perhaps later buried under layers of painful experiences—but deep inside our hearts and souls, they remain. And we can find our way back to them. Through them we can begin to treat ourselves with love, acceptance, and respect.
That is the only way to truly heal inner wounds—by leaning on the love within us and wrapping our inner child in its warmth.
Sometimes we have to see and release many things inside ourselves before this loving figure can appear. One that, instead of criticism, restriction, humiliation, or scolding, simply picks us up, holds us close, and lets us feel safe. The inner child responds—reaching out with tiny arms, clinging back with bliss and relief, finally feeling connected and accepted.
And that loving figure speaks words of encouragement and belief in you. She cushions your falls, protects you from harshness and judgment. She’s always on your side—she’ll never leave you or betray you.
And only through this bond—between the loving inner parent and the inner child—can a mature, adult self be born. One who, nurtured by this safe foundation, is able to make decisions, set goals, assess the world around, and fulfill your needs and desires.
