If Dad is playing with Märklin Railroad gleam in his eyes. And the son has to build the railroad then suddenly not alone on, even when the father with homework still said: "Do not be so stupid to control that you have already got themselves out"
The construction of the railway is the son of a fringe figure and the inner child of the father takes over as director. And the child will interfere son, then there's one in a figurative sense, are doing, as in the best turf battles in the sandbox of the playground.
Or if the kids play soccer and the father suddenly grabs the ball and herumtrickst overweight ... since it appears the boy, the child in man, before it goes right back in coverage, although the dad all the time in the legs itch to play along.
This inner child - in fact it's only one facet, we still have many inner child in us - is not really free and not really living.
How much of these inner children lived long after that, I have seen on theater training the education authority. When you begin to adults, teachers, improvise, play, then they bloom on incredible, and some students were surprised about some teacher and some teachers, such as transform and the original and creative can be. Someone they only know as dry teacher.
In everyday life, but these children are tucked away, hidden.
Behind can put the fear among other things, with some work around what you might not have everything under control, which then reports again and again, or play with real children will also do.
The adult who lives in union with his inner child has no fear that this inner child if it turns out, could lead a life of their own frightening.
What adult does not know, and what our understanding not yet perceived reality in 2011 the company has:
grown really is just someone who lives in harmony with his inner child who hears it when it wants something that shows him also necessary limits, if it is wants to realize not create temporary, who understands it and understands it and makes agreements with him, but both live.
inside children mean so much more than enthusiasm. Children are our inner intuition, our faith in life.
Or hear someone has an eight-year-old child after the meaning of life to ask or say:
"Now I am eight years old and my life dabbles along ..."
So thinks a child, because the thinking has not (yet) split off from feeling and the desire to He-and He-life experience.
course there is the child of the woman.
But strangely, that in the vernacular of the child in the man speaks, not the child in the woman ...
On my blog for inner child I give the short history of Ilse Aichinger's back, headed Window Heater .
Well, it's an old man whose inner child is shown here, and old people find it easier to show this again. But of course, is not either. Always but this story is worth reading, it makes us feel how much want to live our inner child, not the sullen, irascible, which may sometimes break away from us, or the paralyzed, the boredom border, rattling to life, but the child that the loves life because it lives.
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