Crying blessed birth, the first human discourse, reveals everybody to meet, love us, educate us.
Love with love, give and give, do not wait, loving labors, prove the best mothers. And is there any symbolic picture of that love covenant that a nursing baby? It is dripping, almost invisible mist that is slowly absorbed. Playing with soft hands is the most beautiful music that will make the miracle of human growth. So do mothers who breastfeed their babies, no matter the time, there will never be a tired body or another most important task.
As chrysalis is converted in a butterfly, that baby that one day almost fit in one hand and gradually becomes stronger, not ever sick, do not eat or take other food than breast milk warm, which gave him being and now help him to fly without falling.
Walking by a postpartum room is to be present at the beginning of life. How a mother comes from a tiny little man or little woman, fastened to her neck and back like a kangaroo, is science made in tenderness. It is skin to skin, tenderness, warmth, whisper that fills so short little bodies and enhances the work of those who snatch children to disproportionate them push spirited and burly.
The incredibly fast and vigorous transformation of those persons that do not depart from the breast is to understand that nothing can be more certain than the vital food.
From shock to full smile spend Ivan Portuondo hospital in San Antonio de los Baños, those women that gave birth to a tiny son and only love, commitment, patience and infinite breast milk on demand make them healthy and beautiful.
Sadly, for the most unusual excuses a mother does not breastfeed the baby in the first six months of life. Very sad that a family make useless sacrifices in artificial food for the newborn and not lavish love, attention, understanding, the harbinger of what the child needs.
As the earth needs the rain, the morning needs sun and clear nights need stars, a child cries without words asking as the only gift his mother's breast.
