This is quite beautiful – and made me think of oriori (other cultures have birth songs, too, but which are these again?)…
“The first of tales is the most important tale of all.
Though we never remember it, it is the one tale we never forget. For it has become who we are. It has shaped us before we have shaped ourselves.
It is the tale of care, told by the mother in the primal language of love; it is her presence and warmth. It is a tale elaborated upon by the father, by brothers and sisters, by family and friends.
It is the long tale told before words, in the vernacular of touch, the texture of skin, the taste of milk, the cocoon of warmth. It is the story expressed through the comfort of closeness, the tone of voice, the mantle of smells; through all the changing moods that mark the seasons of family life. But most of all it is told through the mother, who sifts the coarse world through the gossamer of care.
Ideally, this is the tale that anchors us in the depth of emotion, the bond that weathers all storms. It is the tale of our first love and the blueprint for all other tales to come. It is the first of securities, the most primal of needs. It is the foundation stone on which our edifice of soul is built and it provides the matrix of our future health.” (p.105)
Ref: (emphases in blue bold mine) Horst Kornberger (2008) The Power of Stories: Nurturing Children’s Imagination and Consciousness. Floris Books: Edinburgh.