My inner child loves attention and praise. She is a large part of the reason I blog, because in many ways my blog is a cry for attention: Hey, I'm over here, world! See me? Hear me? Tell me how great I am! This has extended in a large way to Facebook, which is a medium I am trying to get under control without actually leaving it altogether.
When I write something that resonates with a few of you, I get praise. I have to be careful, though, because the little girl within will take that praise, bundle it up to keep, and think, "Boy, I'm a big deal now!"
Many people can take praise gratefully and move on. That would be the well-balanced folks of the world who know better than to allow the inner child to rule. To others, the praise, while sometimes deserved and always gratefully received, is like a drug.
A preacher likes to be told when his sermon has hit the mark. A teacher loves to hear from a former student who says she changed her life. My mom made quilts and wrote letters, and basked in the attention it got her. A good cook enjoys positive feedback on her hard work.
Everybody loves a compliment, but most people take it gratefully and move on to the next sermon, class, quilt, or recipe, motivated by the praise. My inner child tends to relive that moment of positive feedback over and over in her mind: "They liked it! They really liked it!"
Are any of you still with me? See, this is what meditation does for me. Once my mind is clear of the stuff I did yesterday or last year or any time in the past, I see myself as I really am, a spoiled child. Not a bad child, and not one I am going to send away, just a kid I ought to rein in sometimes.
Remember the poem I wrote in October, "An Old Man and His Tractor"? (Click HERE if you missed it.)
I read it at our tractor club Christmas dinner last night. It was well-received, with everyone laughing at the right moments and applauding enthusiastically at the end. Last night when I went to bed I found myself going over the words and lines in my head, smiling at how well it had been received, hearing the compliments and applause again. And that, my friends, is what sparked this whole entry.
Having told you that, I will share today's poem. I have not been sitting down with the intention of writing a poem these past mornings, it just happens. I don't know if this trend will continue. I will take it as it comes. I may not share every poem. This one was so personal, I almost kept it to myself. But then I thought I ought to introduce you to the little girl inside me, the one that wishes everybody would love her and flatter her and move to the beat of HER drummer. I don't apologize for her, she has made me what I am. I just need to keep her in check if I am to accomplish other things.
A LECTURE TO MY INNER CHILD
Donna Wood 12/13/2015
Go for the limelight.
Enjoy the praise.
Bask in attention
With each golden phrase.
Finally they know you
And what you can do!
You surely showed them
A talent or two!
No! Remain grounded.
Fame's an illusion.
Live in the moment,
Like a bird on the wing.
Moment by momentCreate a new thing.
Nobody is doing wrong by sharing compliments. In fact, it's the right thing, it's wonderful. I appreciate every kind word. What makes the difference is that I accept the compliments and then move on.