Little Hopefull

Dear Little Girl Inside,

I know i've been keeping you grounded and hidden from the world for quite some time now. I want you to know that it was not my intention to do this. Your spirit has been held firmly with its feet on the ground keeping it from rising high above the world and soaring through the clouds to unimaginable heights. Your sense of youthful playfulness has been locked away in a closet, high upon a shelf where even I couldn't reach it for you. You are an innocent creature who has been caught in a nasty battle between harsh reality and the yearningful visions of the future. I promise that I will never let the cold, bitter influences of the world penetrate into your warm, safe place inside again.

So I give you permission to come out and play. All day, everyday. Let the world see you, hear you, feel you. You are beautiful, imaginative, inspiring. I hope you never out grow your ability to see the world as you do, a magical place where the music never stops.

I hope you will continue to allow me the opportunity to be influenced by you, and in exchange, I will promise to shield you from the hurt of the world around us. You are the source of my playfulness and the heart of my creativity. I will acknowledge you and your wonder when I see you peering out that window from the inside, and I'll invite you to sit down for a tea party, join in singing at the top of our lungs as we drive along life's highways, sip delicious chocolate milk, dance in our new, white socks on the kitchen floor, color with new, untouched crayons that were molded for our fingers alone, and journey down winding paths that lead to new places.

I am sorry if I neglected you. I have a new box of Mickey Mouse band-aids to bandage any wounds I may have inflicted. So, if you want to, let's start over. I'll be your best friend. You be mine. I'll meet you in the backyard after lunch. You bring the crayons, I'll bring the radio.

Love,
Me

--by Hopefull, Wilmington, MA, 05/06/2005