12/16/2025
In my second grade class we made these Christmas tree angels with our tiny school pictures.
All these years later this mulleted 80’s baby angel still lives with me. She’s not usually on the tree, but this year I wanted to bring her out and onto the sweet cedar I have decorated.
I’m sharing her here because a lot of us are scared right now. A lot of us are overwhelmed. All of us are grieving in some way. And the darkness of the season can amplify those feelings.
I’m scared and overwhelmed and grieving too.
I pulled little Jess out... little mullet baby angel Jess out… because I want to remember her this December and how she lives inside of me. Remember the kid that was full of love and anxiety with lungs that sent her to the hospital and remember how when I am scared and overwhelmed and grieving, a lot of the times I am her.
When I have the energy, or people to remind me to, I can show up for that Jess and sooth us both with things that would have made her feel loved and protected then.
* Holding the hand of my old stuffed bear
* Being creative
* Having my back gently scratched
* Playing in nature
* Reading (rereading) books in my bed
What did a younger version of you want or need to feel loved and protected?
What would make it possible for you to give yourself a little of that? Or to ask someone to offer it to you?