My little man is so wise.  I have no idea where he gets his ideas from or where he learns it.

 

In so many of the books I have read .. from Badass to Return to Love, there is always a message about loving yourself.  I just didn’t get it.  Loving yourself feels so weird… to me arrogant… like being a poser strutting their stuff wanting everyone to look at them with adoration..

 

I didn’t get it.  I didn’t want to be a poser!

 

Until this conversation, with Willy… just moments ago.

 

W:  Do you love me more than you love yourself?

Me:  Yes.

W:  Well you shouldn’t.

Me: Why?

W:  Well you have to love you first.. your body is the only one you have and if you didn’t have it, you wouldn’t be able to love me.

W:  Oh right. I still don’t understand what you mean.

Me:  Like your eyeballs… you need to love those.. if you didn’t have those, then you wouldn’t be able to see me or Tom… would you?  So you have to love your eyes and you have to love you.

 

The penny has dropped.

 

I am not a poser.  I just need to love and be grateful for my amazing body, brain, eyes, arms, legs so that I can live and love and give cuddles and see and run and do everything I love to do.

 

He will go far.  Wise before his time.