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This paper begins with a vignette from Elizabeth Urban's teaching days. A set assignment produces the following from Timmy, a macho II-year-old:
Love is a weird thingIt's like a lizardIt wraps its tail around your heartAnd crawls into your gizzard.
She reflects: Timmy the poet; yes, it was good. ‘I felt that Timmy's boyish doggerel paradoxically expressed an eternal human truth. Here was the Divine Child, the “filius sapientiae”, in a baseball cap-an archetypal image stirred in my unconscious and then projected onto Timmy.’ Conversely, developmental pressures in Timmy may have inspired the poem, maybe feeling over-enveloped by mother's love, feelings ‘not just in the mind, but also in the gut’.
From this second Jungian viewpoint of the child, based on actual experience with children (my italics), infant observation, etc., Urban describes her work with Theodore, a 6-year-old who clings to his mother and has learning problems, demonstrating