Author of quotes: Jean Liedloff

I saw little girls CWANA three or four (and sometimes fewer) years took care of the baby. It was visible that this their hobby, however, it did not prevent them to do other things - to monitor the fire, to go behind water etc. as they pottered with the real children, not puppets, they never bothered. Apparently, care of babies the strongest manifestation of a continuum, and infinite patience and love required to Babes inherent in every child, whether girl or boy. Though kids quite seldom for a long time entrust to care of boys, they love to hold them and play with them. Every day young men-teenagers, having finished their business, are looking for kids to play with them. They throw babies in air and catch them, loudly while laughing and sharing the joy of playing with little people, content with the new feelings and sense of attractiveness.

Using a child to do what is expected of him, adults may be at the root to ruin his creativity. Suffice it to say something like: "Better paint over the linoleum in the hallway, otherwise you'll spill paint all flooring." The child will say to himself that to draw - it means "he want" and he will need a truly extraordinary inspiration, contrary to the expectation of the mother to draw something beautiful.

Another case helped me a lot to understand, although it happened many months later after I got used to a relaxed and casual attitude CWANA treatment. Awad, Suffolk, the second son Anu, a boy about nine years old, came to my hut with a wound in the stomach. During the inspection it turned out that the wound is shallow and not dangerous, but at first glance I was afraid that, perhaps, badly damaged internal organs.
Newcommand? (What's this?) - I asked.
- Shimada (Arrow), politely he said.
- Amanda? (Is yours?) - I asked.
- Catalejo - he called the name of his ten-year-old brother, while showing no more emotion than if he were talking about the flower.
I already processed its frightening wound when entered Katabahu and a few other boys to see what I'm doing. In Katavich was not noticeable and the shadow of guilt, but in Avdou - anger. It was a real accident. Approached their mother and asked what happened. She told that her elder son got an arrow in the second son in the river.
- Yehudah? (Really?) - she said quietly.
She left on the Affairs before I finished wound processing. Her son assisted; he did not call; she didn't need to stay. The only one who was excited, it's me. What's done is done; the best treatment, possible in those conditions, was provided, and even the other boys didn't need to stay. They went back to their games before I finished. Avagaha did not need moral support, and when I put the last patch, it went back to the river, to his friends.
His mother came from the fact that if he needed her support, he would come to her, and she was always ready to accept it.

During another expedition, one morning I was awakened by the voice of two-year-old, repeating the soft shrill voice: "si! Si!" It was the close similarity of "Shi" - my name among CWANA, which he could utter. I reached out of his hammock and saw Kananase, absolutely one, with require treatment with a cut. He did not cry and did not require support or reassurance. When the bandage was in place, he listened to my punishment not to wet my hand to come the next day and ran off to play.
When I confronted him the next day, his bandage was dirty and wet. In two years his intellectual abilities were not enough to obey the instructions that you had to remember all day, but the quality of his knowledge Itself, and Other over two years real experience in "manual" and then the experience of independence in this difficult and dangerous world, made him able to come for help and to endure the treatment without the support, sympathy and with only a minimum of attention. Probably his mother, seeing the cut, he just said, "Go Shi", and Kananase did the rest myself.

During one of the first expeditions to CWANA in the village Anu called Vanana I was approached by a boy of four years. He approached shyly, afraid to stop me. Our eyes met, we smiled, encouraging each other, and then he showed me the thumb. On its face, except a sincere smile, was not neither pity to itself, nor requests that it regretted. The top part of his finger and part of the nail was pierced through and through, and shifted towards the tip of the finger rested only on the skin and politiikkaa blood. When I began to clean the finger and put the tip on the place, its huge, a deer, eyes tears welled up; sometimes its tiny, outstretched hand I was shaking, but he didn't draw back it; during the heaviest moments it sobbed, the rest of the time he was relaxed and his face kept calm. Bandaging the finger, I pointed to him and said, "That the UN ahka!" ("Keep dry!"), and he sweetly said, "That the UN ahka!" I also added: "Chainama echte" ("Come tomorrow"), and he left. His behavior was completely contrary to my ideas about the behavior of children, treatment in emergencies, necessary gentle words as part of the treatment, etc., I could hardly believe what he saw.