IF I WAS A CHILD

I wish I could hug all those little girls who grow up with the idea of ​​being wrong, who start hating their body.
I wish I could tell them that I know that story well and that they are not alone.
I would like to be able to embrace every single creature who, looking in the mirror,
repeats “I am wrong. I am too fat for this world”.
I wish I could hug the child Queen to tell her that it is not her fault,
that the world is full of things of so many things that she has not been able to see.
He was afraid that only evil existed.
Everything was easier as children, when the words didn’t hurt and the hugs were sincere. When the greatest pain was a skinned knee and the only difficulty was tying the knot in your shoes. Everything was more beautiful as children, when to touch the sky it was enough to go on the swing and a storybook made us dream. When a lollipop was enough to let the sadness pass and a light on to scare the monsters under the bed. When the world seemed perfect and we were in a hurry to grow. Now the world is scarier and sometimes I would like to go back to being a child
“What happened?” “That lollipops have become cigarettes, water vodka, bicycles, mopeds, sex kisses. Do you remember when flying meant swinging fast? When did “protection” mean using a helmet for cycling? When the worst you could get from a person was head lice? When did we only love our parents? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place in the world and Mom was a heroine. Your worst enemy was your brother, speed problems were caused by running too fast. “War” was just a game and the only drug we knew was cough syrup. The strongest pain you could feel was in your skinned knee and “goodbye” just meant “until tomorrow”. All this was the best thing in the world, but we couldn’t wait to grow up… “
A hug to the little girl I was, shy and insecure. To that delicate and sensitive child who cried, suffered, felt alone. A hug to the woman I have become, stubborn and imperfect but always sincere, a warrior with a heart that is always too open. To the woman who is trying to forgive herself and who never stops dreaming. For the woman that I am, for all the love I have inside, for my victories and my defeats, for all the times I’ve stood up, for all the monsters I’ve faced. A hug to the little girl I still am and will always be, with fairy tales in my heart and a thousand dreams in my eyes.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Wise Hearted
    Oct 13, 2021 @ 15:23:22

    This a precious post, making me want to hug those little girls I know. It’s scary to know my grand daughter will group up in a world so full of out right sin that is called right instead of sin. I have a bible study in my home that is all older women, my age 74 every week. Every week I encouraged them to speak into those little girls, the younger wife for we have truth to share that some do not know. It’s the truth of who we are in God kingdom that will motivate us to live like the daughter of God. We pray God use us in this sin filled world to be light that draws others to us. Again, because we have truth living inside of us and have history of our lives with truth and then with truth and how that looks. I love you post, I love your heart that wrote it.

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    • Fairy Queen
      Oct 14, 2021 @ 11:41:36

      You who know the wisdom and the truth spread it in the hearts of children so that they can grow full of love for this world and for others. These little girls need a lot of affection and to be prepared to avoid the worst evils the world offers them. I thank you for your sweet words and it makes me feel better. Thanks to all of you for reading. 😉😘

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  2. seekingdivineperspective
    Oct 14, 2021 @ 01:36:31

    Queen, this is beautiful. I can barely remember a time when I wasn’t worried about something. Of course, when I was little, they were silly things. Perhaps now that I’m older the things I worry about are still silly things, but I need the “divine perspective” to be reminded that God has everything under control. The best thing we can do is rest in Him. Sometimes I picture myself, a little child, sitting in His lap, resting my head on His chest, hearing His heartbeat, and feeling His beard tickle my cheek as He kisses the worry away.

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    • Fairy Queen
      Oct 14, 2021 @ 11:35:37

      There is a small picture that my grandmother gave me before she died and in this picture there is Jesus with many children. I did not understand the reason for this representation but I think it is clearer to me now. I believe that as we grow up we lose the good part of ourselves and that is what we should recover.

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