The other day, someone asked me, “Do you feel like parenthood is healing your inner child?” And I had to sit with that for a second.

Truth? Yes, it is. But not in the way people might think. I’m not waking up every day with a checklist of childhood wounds I’m trying to correct through my daughter. I’m not parenting with the intent to heal myself. I’m parenting her the way she deserves, and through that, the healing comes naturally.

Whether I’m consciously trying to or not, the love, care, and presence I pour into her is pouring into me, too. Every sacrifice I make, every moment I show up, every time I meet her needs without hesitation, I’m also giving something to the little girl inside me who once needed the same. It’s all aligned.

Healing isn’t always about looking back. Sometimes, it’s just about doing right in the now. And in loving her the way I do, I realize, without even trying that I’m loving myself, too.

All in all, friend, I did just get here. Don’t ask me no shit like that this soon into parenthood, lol. I mean, I guess I get some use out of these random deep questions by dwelling on them and turning them into blogs on days when I have nothing else to write about, so… thanks, I guess? 😆

Xoxo, Drea

Oh &

Happy Friday… Starting my day off with this one today.