Inner Adult

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I recently had a discussion about the “inner child” – the well-founded idea that there is a distinct part of us that is still the small child we used to be. In the concept of the inner child, our greatest joys and greatest fears arise from the child we used to be. What we loved then, we love even more now. What terrified us then still terrifies us.

I agree with this concept, except for the idea of “inner.” For me – and for most people I know – the child is right out there for everyone to see.

I am still that plain little girl vying for my share of attention – trying to find a bit of spotlight for myself in the shadow of an older sister who was clearly a  genius and another older sister who was a talented – and funny – musician. Every time I…

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