



No one will argue that what we experience as a child impacts our well being as adults. This has been demonstrated time and time again when people have trusted me enough to share the thoughts and yearnings and heartaches of their childhood.
Young children, even babies, have a natural inclination to love and trust. Unlike adults, children give both love and trust freely without the filters experience imposes. Children deprived of love carry the wound inflicted throughout their lifetime. A tutoring client told me the story of her childhood. She was one of twelve children. Describing their poverty, she said that she was the little girl in the photos one sees of children in very poor countries; barefoot, ragged, dirty clothes, unkempt hair. She went on to say that it was not the poverty that left lifelong scars, but the fact that there was no love in their house and it was this that left a poverty of the soul.
It is no different then a person who has one leg shorter than the other as a result
of a childhood accident. The original wound and injury may be mostly forgotten, but
the limp, and the limitations imposed by it, will remain throughout that person’s
life. So too the love-
Having listened to the stories of countless people through the years it is evident
that trust issues and feeling alone are a common theme. So many people find it difficult,
if not impossible, to express what we refer to as ‘feelings’, particularly feelings
that expose our pain or what is perceived as our weaknesses. Inevitably, the source
of their closely-
In contrast, children who are given a solid foundation of love go through life with
a rock-
I once worked with a woman who stands out as an example of the benefits of being loved absolutely from childhood. The company had sent out a young woman from Toronto to train for the position I held under contract. A few days after arriving, she became quite ill. As Branca passed my desk, I stopped her with the intent of telling her about ‘Judy', asking if she had a minute. Her reply was that she was due in a meeting in two minutes. However, when I told her it was personal, she immediately sat down and said, “Then I have the time.” That night Branca went to the hotel where Judy was staying and spent the entire evening with a perfect stranger so she would not be alone and sick in a strange city. This incident happened twenty years ago and yet it remains etched in my memory as extraordinary behaviour.
When Branca took me to lunch at the completion of the contract I took the opportunity
to comment on her helping Judy. She responded by saying that she had grown up with
parents who loved and supported her, had a perfect marriage and a job that was fulfilling
and rewarding. As a result it was natural for her to give back when and where she
could. In all the hundreds of people I have known, this successful, self-
Love of a Child