Dear Little Me,

Dear Little Me,
I know I’ve been away.
Not just physically — but emotionally. I know I’ve forgotten how to hear you, how to see you, how to sit with you.
But not because you didn’t matter. Not because you weren’t lovable.
I just didn’t know how.
No one taught me how to listen to the small voice inside.
They were too loud. Too chaotic. Too broken.
And I thought maybe you were, too.
But today, I heard your whisper.
It sounded like sadness.
It felt like emptiness.
It moved through me like a question: “Do you even remember me?”
And the truth is... not yet.
But I want to.
I don’t need you to show up all at once. I’m not asking you to speak if you’re not ready.
I just want you to know: I’m here now.
And I’m not leaving.
When you’re ready, I will listen.
When you’re scared, I will wait.
When you’re silent, I will stay.
You don’t have to be brave for me anymore.
You don’t have to take care of anything.
You just have to be.
And I’ll be here, loving you back to life.
With all my heart,
Your future Mama