“How was your day, Lilly?”
“Tell me about it.”
“No-one wants to play with me and they call me names.”
“So, what are you doing about it?”
“Crying, mostly. Sometimes hiding. I don’t want to go to school.”
“Lil, listen to me. You’ll get good marks, make wonderful friends, be a great teacher and have your own family one day.”
She stamped her foot. “I’m ugly and silly!”
I held the picture of my younger self to the mirror.
“Look at me, Lil. You can and will do it. Anything you want is there for the asking.”
Lilly or sometimes Lil was my nick name at home when I was a child. My sister couldn’t say Lucy, so she named me Lilly. Elsa died many years ago, and nobody has called me Lilly since, but I know Lilly’s still with me. I encourage her and remind her not to worry and believe in herself, every day. I think it’s working, Lilly is healing and Lucy is happier every day.
We all have hang ups from our youth. Speak to pictures of your younger self, tell her not to worry because it will work out. Believe me, it works. We can heal the child within.
This post was written in response to Norah Colvin’s prompt on Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Rodeo Contest, coordinated and inspired by Charli Mills.You can take part in the contest or just post your flash on your blog, which is what I’m doing.
Norah asks us to cast ourselves back to six years of age, knowing what you do of life in the present; what would you want to be when you grow up and how would you go about achieving that goal? Tell us in 100 words, no more no less. It can be real or imaginary, serious or light-hearted. Extra points for comparing it to your childhood choice, if you remember it.
Geoff Lepard is hosting the challenge this week at his blog. Check it out if you’d like to join in.