Ever since I can remember, my peers have called me innocent. And I don't mean in the sense that one is either innocent or guilty. I mean in the "you're so innocent, you're stupid" connotation. The only person who had ever said it in even a remotely loving way was my husband. When he said it, it was usually followed by a kiss on the head or cheek. As an only child, I was sheltered in some senses. My parents did not see a need to worry me unnecessarily about world events I wouldn't understand anyway, unless I came to them worried. On the other hand, because of this status of only child, I was around adults more, and I was privileged with knowing and understanding more information quicker than my peers. That information, though, was usually not something important to my age group. Instead, I began early to understand appropriate speaking times, conversation skills, listening and feedback, observation...Basically, all the things I ended up going to college for.
I was also taught to never stop learning. To question. To be creative. To have childlike wonder and childlike faith. And sometimes those things are considered innocent and naive.
As I've been partaking in therapy, it is something I have been forced to deal with, because it is something that has greatly affected the way I view myself. As a writer, my way to "deal" is to write. So, I wrote a poem.
As I've been learning about myself and doing things I enjoy, I have come to one conclusion: innocence is okay. After all, the things happening in this world suck sometimes, so maybe we need a bit more childlike wonder.