This photo has lived and yellowed over the years but it remains so precious to me.
It was my 3rd birthday and I was happy in the park with my Mum. Isn’t she beautiful? She too has a three year old self.
Life was simpler then, I know now. Yet I remain fiercely protective of the three-year old self who lives, still, within my current Self. I want to do her proud but I know not how. But I will try as I always have.
Our many selves, both younger and older, exists now, with us. A long time ago I dreamt of my many younger selves and I had a conversation with each and every one of my many selves, telling them that things move on, and it will be Okay.
Tonight, I long for my older Self to tell me, now, that it will be Okay.