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When was the last time you honored your inner child?

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Last Saturday I took my first hip hop class ever. I was so excited! I had been wanting to take classes for years, and always told myself I had no money, no time, no spaciousness. After moving, I decided to pick up one hobby, and hip hop was my choice.

I expected to be completely confused about all the moves and steps, to be by far the oldest, to have the least snazzy outfit. And yes, that was exactly what happened.

Image courtesy to Pixabay.com/en/users/mcconnmama-202768And what I hadn’t expected, was that I would cry for the first 15 minutes solidly. Tenderly. Tears rolled down my eyes, no drama, just a deep sense of gratefulness that I had taken the class. 43 Years after I first wanted to be a dancer.

I wasn’t the oldest, I was the youngest. Here sat the six-year old Elly who so deeply wanted to take ballet classes, and was told that that was not her thing. She was sent to girls scout instead. For 43 years that big dream got covered under home work, chores, family events, work, community commitments.

And now, after all those years, I am finally listening to the little girl inside me, and honoring her wish to be a dancer. Of course, I won’t make it to the professional stage. I don’t need to, I don’t even want to. I am happy with blogging, coaching, and mediating. That’s so me. And in the weekends I can become the best dancer Elly can be.

I didn’t get the steps right, the moves were too complicated, the speed was too fast, and when I finally mastered one move, the class applauded me. I cried again. My six year old was delighted.

January 20, I wrote a post about dying at peace, in harmony with myself. I know I am heading there, now that I chose to live my life to the fullest right here, right now.

With my six-year old. And all the other parts of me.

I am very, very happy.

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Author: Elly van Laar

I am a coach. I specialize in helping compassionate professionals integrate self-care in their lives. I have a Master's degree in Political Science, Leiden University, the Netherlands. I love meditation, walking, gardening, biking, and hanging out with family and friends.

2 thoughts on “When was the last time you honored your inner child?

  1. dear sister. never knew this was once your dream. too bad nobody listened to you. too bad i was sent to ballet for our mother was convinced i had talent, which i had not. i hated the classes… it even became a frustration… i didnot belong in the group, the old female teacher was not nice at all and i often did not understand what we were supposed to do:)

    i am sure it will be lovely to be part of your audience and see you shine and laugh and cry. i hope one day you will have the confidence and courage to give a demonstration of your hip hop dancing when you are in the netherlands!
    in the meantime i have found the pleasure of the sportschool. besides meditating, moving your body is very important. it means: keep moving mentally and physically!

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    • Dear Hanneke,
      Thanks for your comment. I never knew you hated ballet. I’m sorry to read that. I am practicing the body wave with a YouTube video, and I would love to offer a little demonstration of my hip hop moves. Next weekend I’m gonna participate in a weekend-long Mediation Training. I know the trainers well. I plan to offer a ten minute teaching of the move, to get our juices flowing again. I agree that physical movement is important, and that is one of the reasons why I love having a bike and biking to all my important places. Love, love, love, Elly.

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