I found the following story
online. There is debate whether it is really a true story and if it is indeed
based on the Himba tribe in Namibia.
Regardless of the origins, I do believe that it has a good message:
“There is a tribe in Africa
where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor
from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in
its mother’s mind.
And
when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a
tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that
wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to
the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when
they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing
the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And
then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the
midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the
old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And
then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song.
If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song
to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites
of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village
sing his or her song.
In
the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to
the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or
aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and
the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their
song to them.
The
tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment;
it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song,
you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And
it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together.
And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers
know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.”
This
story reminds us that we all have a song. And during times of your life when
things are changing all around you, you must remember your song to stay
connected to who you really are. And if you need help, find people who can help sing your song to you. The letters written to you for your 13th birthday will be
reminders of the refrain of your song that you are loved. As you said, they are all really saying the same
thing, and I’ve tried to listen in during these training miles to your particular song. I will keep on reminding you and telling you again and again until you know it by heart...
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