I recently found a photo of myself as a kid. I’m struck by this child, her smile, her innocence, her confidence that everything is going to turn out right.
At first I thought, well, she’s gone. Then: no, she exists. She is me. And I have a responsibility to her, forever.
My job is to take care of her. Sometimes she will need comfort, and sometimes she will need discipline. I must challenge her to grow, without pushing so hard that I frustrate her. And I should never be harsh. She should be able to trust me.
I won’t always get it right, but I’ll do my best to take care of her today.