“You were hidden in a most wonderful place, in the place where only quite little babies can be while God and their mummies are making them.”
“Show me; I want to go back there.”
“You can never go back; it is only while you are being made you can be there. After your first birthday, you can never go back.”
“Where was I?”
“Well, you know, little babies that are being made are very, very delicate, and they have to be kept very warm and comfortable, and nobody must see them, and they must be close, close up to their mummies.”
The child may interject, “And their daddies too?”
“Yes, if they have got loving daddies, the daddy keeps close to the mummy; but while babies are being made it is God and mummy that have most of the work to do. That is why you must always love your mummies and obey them.”
The child may be temporarily satisfied, or may continue at once:—
“But where was it that I was while you were making me?”
“What is the warmest, softest, safest place you can think of? Mummy’s heart: that is all warm with love. The place Mummy hid you while God and she were making you was right underneath her heart.”