We are built—programmed from birth—to hold on to those who offer themselves to our grasp. Before we understand anything else we know the need for loving connection.
What is your earliest memory of connection?
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Early in the school year after I was sick for an extended period of time I went back to kindergarten. I hadn’t really gotten to know the other children and I felt strange and scared. The cuddly teacher took me out on the fire escape and let me sit in her lap and held me in her arms and I felt so secure and wanted. Then it was OK for me after we went inside.