Trying to explain this is really tough, though really it shouldn't be. I mean everyone was little once right? Everyone knows how little feels. For us little is still there. The vulnerability, the happiness the wonder , but perhaps mostly the need for security.
Being a little means being carefree, not being troubled by perceptions or expectations, being spontaneous, being observant and surprised easily....being a bit absent minded at times, distracted by your thoughts .... in a world of your own.
All of this is the magic of being little....the richness bubbling just beneath the thin veil of adulthood that serves to protect its vulnerability, that masks the little within and is there to cope with the external pressures, perceptions, expectations and responsibilities.....Certainly things that all adults must deal with but the bigger the little inside, the more difficult it is to keep it covered.
We push our natural responses and emotions to the dark recesses of our minds to meet necessities of adulthood, but unfortunately this has the same effect as putting ourselves into a dark place, something which can be upseting and disturbing for little people. Just imagine a world which allowed us the freedom to be.
Apparently when you've got it together psychologically, you successfully integrate your little self into your adult self....WTF does that even mean???? That to be a healthy and functional adult, you must disolve the magic of being little ... Screw that.... My little is well and truly in tact, full of fun and mischief, and looking for cuddles. It saddens me to say it but I have been clever enough to create an adult suit of armour that gets the job of being big done. Boy it feels good to crawl out of that heavy and burdensome covering and be me.
Long live my little.