Ways To Control Kilaris Pilaris

Letter to a child about to be born ..

What have you heard so far in the world through the water and the taut skin of the belly of the mother? What did they tell you your ears of imperfect our fears? Can we pretend not want you, watching you do not fill your space with words, invitations, prohibitions? We will notice you even by your silence, to meet your growth without burdening with guilt and grief? Will we hold our contact without being required frantic or blackmail of affection? I wish your Christmases were not full of gifts signals sometimes brash-but our absence of attention. I wish that adults who were able to meet authority, firm and consistent: the quality of the wisest. Consistency, I'd like for you. And the knowledge that exist in the world where you will be in addition to the rules and relationships that are no less necessary to each other, but faces of this same moon. I'd like someone to teach you to follow the emotions are like kites with the breezes most unexpected and brazen, all, even those who know pain. I'd like you to say that life includes death. Because the pain is not only empty but affection loss, acquisition as well as subtraction. Death is a witness that the best of us leave to others in the belief that it can benefit: thus was born the memory, the memory is the most beautiful story of our own identity. I'd like someone to teach you to be alone, you would save lives. No need to catch up with mediocrity to fill voids, or mercy or an hour a glance of love. Learn to create life in your life and fill it with imagination. He loves your anxiety until you have strength and smiles, tries to use it to contaminate others, especially the most vulnerable and fearful. Give them your brave wind, hear the silence with their curiosity, also in keeping with their excessive fear. I would like the person you most love to love your leave as a sailor who sees his old boat and float away wise along the horizon line. And then you bring that love with you, tucked away in your pocket more intimate.
ps: this letter I got it from a book consigliatomi in high school or, "We are not able to listen to" Reflections childhood and adolescence Paolo Crepet. A letter that leads us to reflect on our time and on parent-child relationship.