“Kids”, babies, and young children live in a brand new world. Every moment is different. They have no experience or history. Everything is to be touched, tasted, and explored with fingers, mouth, and body.

Kids find simple things fascinating – like cats love cool boxes. They l’ove to study cause and effect and take stuff apart. Their eyes are drawn to differences. They l’ove bugs and creepy crawlies – from a safe distance. They are inherently unskilled. They are pure sun, or IAM, if you will. IAM sounds like YAM. With l’ove, there’s yum.

“Kid” have no sense of time. There is no yesterday or tomorrow – but only “now”. Everything is new to them. A day stretches for hours; a year is unfathomable.

They don’t care about clocks; they’re herded by mom, stomach and make messes.

Being unskilled, they don’t know when they’re hungry or tired. They grab at other’s food and wail. They seek to regain the cuddle of arms. Separation from their nest of safety which seems to grow smaller by the second -especially once there’s a second sibling.

They do not carry any weight of worry, or as I think of them, wo(e)rries. Their hearts are open and unprotected – other than by their fearsome parents- especially for the night births. Day ones bask with dad. Have most natural access to their fractalized Neptunium spirit.

They don’t yet need to avoid sadness and pain until they pull apart a thing cherished. Then they learn Saturn’s lessons.

“Kids” (I hate the term, children are not baby goats!) love to discover as part of their play; they l’ove to take turns leading climb up and down. Each child is a potential infinite waveform waiting to blossom.

It is only later – when they step out with a mother or father, they learn qualities of “grownup” and “adult”; “No” and “ssh”. To look but don’t touch. Act polite when they’d rather ask, “why”?

Pick themselves up quietly after tripping and falling, while feeling embarrassed- to see stumbles from overstepping the edge of boundary in an attempt, instead to being in a situation of compromise.

With the latter, you can be sure, they’re ascending the adult escalator – preparing for their rat race. To be known by behaviors rather than merit from doing what they l’ove- anything that floats their boat that they get really good at.

When I hear someone being referred to as “being a kid at heart” they are usually males. They might have unfettered expressive curiosity. They have no problem pointing. They have no sense of time and are often boorish.

Especially the handsome ones- everyone let’s him walk over them. “Yuck” is my first instinct so I try extra hard to let them do their thing – so they’ll get bored and leave.

They might spark your wonder, but more often we’re referring to someone without skills or boundaries.

Or perhaps they even act a little bit half-witted – like grabbing french fries off a stranger’s plate just to get some animated attention. The might claim dementia. They are less likely to use words to engage me- and instead signal with their body parts.

It makes me sad to believe so many men are like that – instead of my equal.

The only one who might still be in actual expressed possession of their inner child might be an excited museum curator leading the way through a maze of storage to show you where they renovate. (As museums today are about the dead, instead of living, you can’t insult them).

Otherwise we live in a world of over-caring and co-dependence. We ask permissions all the time, especially when female. By and large, kids are trained to be adults from all others around them. They learn rituals for success in a frozen world.

With skills, they become “I_AM”, differentiated.

As we get bigger, we lose or at least cover our child-self by moms and those others who are trained to be patient and still. Wo(e)-man are, at least until now, ~lifeless. Their insides inanimate as they teach their young-uns to avoid a papa’s disgrace. Instead they focus on their skills of using mirrors and mirroring which they impart -while their man-childs thrive.

Those with most accessibility to their inner child are Leo and Pisces- the former with strong suns. The later by identifying with them.

Here’s an essay about one’s inner flame – which until now, only our most inner child has, and how to nurture it. https://drjenwyman-clemons.com/2023/05/19/care-and-feeding-on-ones-wave-form-of-self/