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At last I found myself, dumbfounded, moved, astonished, as though following a cataclysm, with this wonderful little being next to me. Time stood still. This small creature was communicating fully, openly. I would say a pure life force — he radiated confidence. Line, Quebec (Quebec) |
| To give life is to accept to become an instrument, a path, a way — to give life form and colour, accepting its passing through me to another. Josée, Montreal (Quebec) |
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I was happy to hear you cry — a real form of life. I’ll give you all my Barbies when you get older. I’ll walk you this summer and read you stories and sing you songs. I’m glad that you are born and I feel happy. Your big sister, Sarah, Granby (Quebec) |
| Life is never the same again. Michael, Tantallon (Nova Scotia) |
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The experience of this birth was a family affair. It was a normal, natural process and we all participated to the extent that we were able. Pamela, Boggy Creek (Manitoba) |
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© 1994 Jean-Emmanuel Allard |