From The Eyes of a Child

childhood hurts and forget to access the pre-wounded magical child who is eclipsed by the wounded child. We assume that when the inner child stops hurting, our delving is finished. But it has only just begun! Then its time to call out the magical child waiting in the wings.  

Otherwise, the only venue for the magical child’s expression is through the wounded child. This rejection/denial of the magical child would exacerbate already inflamed childhood injuries. If we expect only the wounded child to surface, our preconceptions may ironically keep recycling these hurts because we lack a reference point for the magical child who hid behind the wounded child to safeguard the magic. We may fear looking at life through the eyes of a child because we associate that with relieving the nightmares of the wounded child. So we retreat into adulthood in attempts to leave childhood far behind. 

If having only known the wounded child we might believe that our magical child never existed or was destroyed by childhood torments. But nothing can extinguish this divine spark of being so present and eager to connect. We need to create a relationship between the magical and wounded child so that the magical child can teach the wounded child trust and openness. Our adult self can parent the wounded child. But it’s the magical child who can re-infuse the wounded child with a natural wellspring of wonder. Then the wounded child is no longer isolated and joyless. 

How do we evoke this magical being? I’m always delighted when my magical child pops up at the most unexpected times, filling the moment with happiness, wonder and MAGIC! Unable to demand that she surface, I enthusiastically tell her how special it is when she arrives. I coax her out by

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