Tell me what you fear and I will tell you what has happened to you.

There is no such thing as a baby, there is a baby and someone.

The precursor of the mirror is the mother's face.

It is in playing, and perhaps only in playing, that the child is free to be creative.

It's a poor thing to be sane!

It's only too easy to idealise a mother's job. We know well that every job has its frustrations and its boring routines and its times of being the last thing anyone would choose to do. Well, why shouldn't the care of babies and children be thought of that way too?

The mother gazes at the baby in her arms, and the baby gazes at his mother's face and finds himself therein... provided that the mother is really looking at the unique, small, helpless being and not projecting her own expectations, fears, and plans for the child. In that case, the child would find not himself in his mother's face, but rather the mother's own projections. This child would remain without a mirror, and for the rest of his life would be seeking this mirror in vain.