Tuesday, February 15th, 2011
" In the stomach of the mother, the life was of an infinite wealth.And then,
Crossed(Spent) the storm of the birth,
Here is the child, the only one, in its cradle.
Or, regrettably, rather in one of these small beds which are cages(goals) for newborn children.
Nothing more of shanty!
And the silence.
The world, in the entour suddenly froze,
In a total and terrifying immobility.
Whereas outside a total space was made
Somewhere in the stomach
" Mom! Mom: "
Ah, what terror! "
Without speaking about sounds and about rumours(noises), everything was, for the child, constantly in movement.
That the mother comes to get up and to walk(work),
That she(it) turns(shoots) that she(it) bends,
Or what she(it) heightens on tiptoe, what she(it) peels vegetables or handles the broom,
So many waves,
So many sensations for the child.
And what, even, the mother comes to rest(base), that she takes a book and sits down,
His(Her,Its) breath continues not less(nevertheless)
Of whom(which) the peaceful swell,
Continue to rock the baby.
" After the heat of the womb,
After the crazy embrace that is the birth, the ice-cold solitude of the cradle.
And then a wildcat(fawn) appears,
Which(Who) bites the baby into entrails(depths).
What terrifies the unfortunate child, it is not the cruelty of the wound. It is its novelty.To feed the child?
But not only of milk.
It is necessary to take him(it) in arms.
It is necessary to caress(cherish) him(it), to rock him(it).
And mass(massage) him(it).
And this death of the world in the entour
Which(Who) looks to the ogre
How to calm such a fear?
This young, it is necessary to speak to the skin
It is necessary to speak to the back
Which(Who) in thirst and hunger
As much as the stomach. "
Extracted from the book Shantala - a traditional art, the massage of the children
In the years 68, Frédérick Leboyer wrote a mythical book on the art to mass(massage) our babies, traditional art in India.
Over there, in Calcutta, he(it) met Shantala, mom of two children, collected by an association for the most deprived.
A morning, while attending a session of massage which amazed him(it) that Frédérick Leboyer decides to write its book to teach us this dialogue mother-child, that the women of these regions still know, and that they are divided of generation into generation.
" A deep, simple and very former(ancient) art which helps the child to accept the world and the fact to smile to the life ".