Poems For Moms In Russian

Among wisdom, poetry and psychology

Dalai Lama

Noi non veniamo dalle stelle o dai fiori, ma dal latte materno. Siamo sopravvissuti per l’umana compassione e per le cure di nostra madre. Questa è la nostra principale natura.

D. W. Winnicott

Una delle funzioni essenziali della madre consiste nell’introdurre il mondo a piccole dosi, un compito che non richiede le doti intellettuali necessarie ai filosofi, ma semplicemente la devozione nei confronti del proprio bambino.

P. Sartre

Fare un figlio è approvare la creazione .
La Madonna tiene in braccio suo figlio. Lo guarda e pensa: “Questo Dio è mio figlio. Questa carne divina è la mia carne. E’ fatta di me, ha i miei occhi e questa forma della sua bocca è la forma della mia. Mi rassomiglia. E’ Dio e mi assomiglia. E nessuna donna ha avuto dalla sorte il suo Dio per lei sola. Un Dio piccolo che si può prendere nelle braccia e coprire di baci, un Dio caldo che sorride e respira, un Dio che si può toccare e che vive”.

M. Bydlowski

The consistency of maternal care assign a meaning to the beginning of the world that surrounds the baby.

DW Winnicott

Do not let someone take your child in his arms, if you know that this has no meaning for her.
Mother's milk is not flowing as excretion, but is a response to a stimulus and the stimulus is the sight, smell and feel of your child and his cry that signals a need.

The mother is the only person who can properly presentare il mondo al bambino in una forma che abbia un senso per lui. Essa sa come farlo, non perché sia addestrata e abile, ma solo perché è la madre.

Il rapporto di attaccamento dei primi mesi è alla base dello sviluppo cognitivo infantile e concorrerà a determinare le interazioni sociali e le relazioni emotive dell’età successiva.

M.Odent

Non si può aiutare attivamente una donna a partorire; non si può aiutare un processo involontario, si può solo cercare di disturbarlo il meno possibile.

R. Tagore

Il bambino era libero da ogni legame nel paese della sottile luna crescente. Non è senza ragione che rinunciò alla sua libertà. Sa che c'è posto per una gioia infinita nel segreto del cuore di una madre. Ed è molto più dolce della libertà l'essere preso e stretto tra le sue braccia.

D. W. Winnicott

Che cosa vede il lattante quando guarda il viso della madre? Secondo me di solito ciò che il lattante vede è himself. In other words, the mother looks at the child and what it appears is in relation to what it sees.

Tagore

When I looked in the morning light, I felt immediately that I was a stranger in this world. That the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in his arms in the guise of my mother.

Amoxi Drop Without A Prescription

AFRAID THE CAYMAN, CAYMAN Beware!

In the magic light of a Roman sunset, the old Cayman, for the first time, he began to feel alone. He observed along the large square full of banquets and gazebo, has once again studied the structure of the big stage more suited to a gathering of rock star than a simple political rally, followed step by step the pace of the three marches that will come to San Giovanni. So the question angrily "But how many?" The fiesta began with tambourines and trumpets: the ringing high notes of the soundtrack of Star Wars, with La Russa formats Skywalker Brunetta and perfectly at ease in the role of the small head of the Jedi sect. There are Cicchitto and Gasparri, Carfagna and Gelmini, Finian missing? No, Ronchi here to represent the irredentist wing of the PDL. We are all, no one has deserted the appeal. Verdini thunders from the microphone: "We are more than one million"; the Cayman cracks a smile of cardboard: "A million? But where? "Another look at the Piazza, is not as full as in 2006, when the jngle" Thank goodness for Silvio! "Depopulated between ice cream and home to cover, when the mantra of the politicized judiciary warmed the heart and liver of 'post-Fascist voters, when the myth of the "Government Click the "decision maker was in the efficiency of its highest Bertolaso \u200b\u200brappresentazione.La Square is not as full as in 2006, Verdini has messed it again: this time, you have to deal with the growing malaise of a country to collapse, tired of feeling repeating that "the crisis does not exist" with the myth of the Government of Making sinking in the magma of the scandals and gelatinous tissue, of the non-submitted and decrees fraud, corruption and interceptions, with an opposition that confidence recovers and consensus thanks to the choices of a leader finally able to talk about the real national emergencies, without making concessions to the logic of "well." The Square is full, the nightmare mass abstention is more menacing: the Cayman feels far away, the irritating smell of defeat, and started to get scared. Then, while Russia has not yet exhausted the presentations, the microphone and takes part in the attack with the grim days of the top Communists against judges, journalists factions, the opposition that generates pessimism, that the Police refuse to confirm the Finally, the thirteen numbers Verdini.Quando potential governors share in PDL are forced to rise at the center of the stage to submit to an oath worthy of the opening ceremony of a field of the Junior Woodchucks, all impartial observers can not hold back a wave of astonishment: the epic of the Great Communication is going to end as a fourth-rate filmaccio, this is the twilight of the Cayman, the twilight of a man alone with his paura.Ma if the fear is really the way that leads to the dark side, then be careful to underestimate the fear of Caiman. The soundtrack of Star Wars may in fact be the most suitable prelude to a final, desperate, violent attack of the clones, based on a judicial reform aimed at subjecting the judiciary to the prosecutor yoke of the Executive, and a review of the Constitution intended to implement that strong presidential system that would allow the Premier invested by popular consensus to govern without the annoying intermediation of Parliament and other institutions to garanzia.Per this, whatever the outcome of forthcoming elections, it is necessary for the mobilization of the Democratic maintain the level of rigor and incisiveness observed over the past two days because the Cayman afraid hardly give up the last gasp, the last step of the Caesars who comes several times threatened to turn Italy into a democracy minore.Il Caimano now afraid now than ever, need to be afraid of the Caiman.

Carlo Dore jr.

Copy Of Power Of Attorney

Mothers and sons


Mothers and children should not be separated
, the existence of one is closely tied to another
.
There is not a mother and son is not
child if there is a mother.

The biological necessity and personal history
mean that the only think
the separation of child from mother

structured as a critical and emotionally conflicted.

a biological level
the survival of the species is based on the need for the presence of the mother
.
Separation from mother is actually a
threat to the child's life .

As individuals each of us carries within himself the experience of
and
newborn child, the feelings of fragility, impotenza
e dipendenza dalla madre e dunque le
conseguenti paure legate alla perdita:
esser soli, persi in un mondo sconosciuto,
potenzialmente pericoloso.
Così dovrebbe essere.

In un mondo perfetto
ogni bambino dovrebbe poter vivere
felice con la sua mamma per tutto il
tempo che gli serve per costruire un
rapporto di sicurezza con l’altro e di fiducia
in sé stesso.

W.Grosso

Is There A Nautral Cure For Kidney Cyst

LITTLE HISTORY Ignoble

" Ma che piccola storia ignobile mi tocca raccontare: così solita e banale come tante. Che non merita nemmeno due colonne su un giornale, o una musica, o parole un po' rimate: che non merita nemmeno l'attenzione della gente, tante cose più importanti hanno da fare..."
Le parole di Francesco Guccini, provenienti dal lontano 1976, introducono il racconto di questa ennesima piccola storia ignobile dell'Italietta berlusconiana, solita e banale come tutte le altre vicende a cui siamo stati costretti ad assistere in questi anni, ora manifestando sconcerto, ora rassegnazione, ora speranza, ora un disperato desiderio di reazione.
E' la storia di una lista presentata, ritirata, e poi ripresentata fuori maximum time, when the election office had already closed its doors. It 's the story of a candidate on the verge of a nervous breakdown that apostrophe with an unequivocal "bunch of idiots," the authors of the colossal papocchione; of signatures not found and no stamps to be seen, a square packed with shouting neo-fascists obsessively that mark the slogan "Who Executioner Spring!" under the freezing rain which have lashed the roofs of Rome.
The epilogue of this story should be obvious: it is expected that the lists showing irregular excluded from the elections, the leader of the party claiming the elections ousted the head of the management which have proved unable to carry out their task with efficiency if not, at least with dignity; dell'autogol that those responsible are identified and exposed to the reaction of angry voters.
However, this linear path logic collides with the strange reality that currently characterizes a country adrift: the lists are clearly not all lists are lists of the Head of a party that for years assumes a conception of politics under which the culture of the rules, respect the balance between the institutions, the autonomy of the sponsors are constantly overwhelmed by the resounding voice of the Princeps, always amplified by the inevitable chorus conducted by journalists subservient mouth shut, hard-working minions, intellectual fake, subject more or less ambitious. The rules are changed, the Constitution has been estimated, the collateral is sabotaged, the institutions are attached: Only the voice of the Princeps, has just what he requires or prohibits.
And so, after many nights of the last of the long knives that have marked the evolution of the Second Republic, that's the Princeps promises and threats, program, and denies, and finally sees it and orders: the order comes that the sound irregularities, which remove the delays and omissions, which allows managers and candidates to pull the classic sigh of relief, which returns to the neo-fascist frozen breath from the incessant rain in Rome. All this, as expected, because of the supreme necessity of protecting the sovereign right (indeed, never questioned) of citizens to express their vote properly.
Now, as it is ignoble little history quickly his epilogue, while the purple people invade the streets and while the opposition is prepared to the nth democratic battle, is not it more the case once again to highlight the multiple profiles of illegality that distinguish a measure intended simply to produce yet another abuse of power. To identify those in the Constitution the fundamental substrate of their political thought, is only room for one last, desperate cry of indignation: indignation than usual annoyingly thin and piled on the occasion of the story and the approval of Eluana Lodo Alfano, the scandal of Civil Defence and Vallettopoli of power.
E 'the indignation of those who struggle to become recognized in a private traditional points of reference that govern the normal democratic coexistence, where - in order to repeat the words of Gustavo Zagrebelsky - "the laws with a capital" were "bent partisan interests for those who have the power of numbers believes that it can bend to their own purposes even the most public of acts'. It is the indignation of those who just can not resign themselves to having to act as a silent appearance in the usual, mundane, small stories disgraceful that echo the voice of the Prince requires daily addicted veterans di questa povera, triste Italietta berlusconiana.

Carlo Dore jr.