The Riches of Childhood

I often think back to my childhood and miss how nurturing it was, how safe I felt. In comparison to how daunting adulthood can be—when all the responsibilities lie on us. I miss the house, not only cuz it was safe and full of love, but because it was substantially bigger than what I can afford as an adult.

This yearning for what was, usually has a frustrated/unsatisfactory tone.

But it can also be reframed into seeing my childhood/upbringing as having given me all these riches and gifts, which nourished me not only at the time, but would also serve to nourish me in the years to come—truly, for the rest of my life.

Making Nurturing Moments for my own Daughter: Fun in the Snow

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