I heard plenty of “Ooohs” and “aaahs” as I watched the 4th of July fireworks this year. I confess I had a few “holy cow’s” of my own. It got me thinking about our inner child.
Both maligned and revered, the inner child resides within us all. Not always problematic, our inner child still wants to be cared for, nurtured, and loved. While the inner child can be referred to as a separate entity, it’s really just the child-like part of us that we carry into adulthood. Whether injured and still in need of healing, or creative, and still looking for ways to express the joy of discovery, our inner child is captured in our memory. Sometimes unconsciously, sometimes consciously, we are often still be influenced by our inner child as adults, employees, or managers.
The inner child lives on because we may have needed to act as an adult while still in our childhood, were overachievers, were emotional vulnerable, had to stifle our needs or emotions as a child, or just grew up too fast.
Watching fireworks in-person instead of on TV may be something we did as a child or never got to experience as we grew up. I know that many inner children are desperate for applause, attention, and adoration. They can exhaust the good will in the workplace, and test the the patience of friends and family.
For me, the wonder and delight of seeing explosions of glitter in the sky allows my ‘inner child’ to experience fun and awe. I have friends who are not interested in dealing with the crowds of people that come to watch fireworks. They don’t cry at movies (the sad parts, the sentimental parts, the touching parts), they never get goofy or sing out loud. I’m fine with that.
As long as they are OK with some ‘oohs’ and ‘aahh’s ‘ and ‘holy cows’ of mine!