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I speak but one language and it is not mine.
—J. Derrida
Michel Grignon was the first person I saw at the institute. He was the porte-parole, the one who, in the words of Aulagnier (2001), voiced us and whose imprint we needed to metabolize our “not knowing.” There we were, all seven of us, all pretty bewildered, gathered that Friday in late August, four years ago. I am so glad that the baby seminar was the first seminar: a safe place to come to every week amidst the rest of the chaos and discord that impinged on our training throughout that first year. Without the baby seminar my training at this institute would have been quite different and poorer indeed for it. In this seminar someone was waiting for us, we were expected, a course pack with readings was prepared: all was well.
Why was the baby seminar so special, so precious? For me, it was a space where my analytic self could come into being.
Dr. Grignon and Dr. Canfield, well versed in treated babies, analytic or