Be wise in your thoughts and beautiful in your heart!
Five Minutes a Day: Talmudic Wisdom to Share with Your Unborn Baby

The 40 weeks of carrying a baby are a precious time, a time when you can only experience precious and beautiful things.
To achieve this, many parents try to share various experiences with their babies, such as listening to classical music or going on trips.
Although there are numerous prenatal education methods, prenatal conversation between parents and their unborn babies is the best way to build a bond and is a perfect form of interaction.
This is because as the story that contains the parents' thoughts and feelings is passed on to the baby, the baby's thoughts and feelings also grow.
『5 Minutes a Day Talmud Prenatal Education Fairy Tales』, which allows you to share good words and thoughts with your baby in just 5 minutes a day, has been published by Yedam Friend.
『5 Minutes a Day Talmud Prenatal Education Fairy Tales』 is a follow-up to author Jeong Hong's original prenatal education fairy tales 『5 Minutes a Day Mom's Voice』 and 『5 Minutes a Day Dad's Voice』, which started with 'emotionally stable parents' and 'mentally healthy children', and contains 27 prenatal education fairy tales that reinterpret the Talmud.


The Talmud, which encapsulates the thinking of the Jews, who have produced the most Nobel Prize winners in the world, is also used in various ways for prenatal education.
However, many books simply tell fables or focus only on the aspect of raising a child's IQ.
Accordingly, the author focused on the wisdom essential to life that the Talmud seeks to convey.
So that we can pass on the wisdom of the wise to the baby who will soon face the world.
Let's read Talmud stories to our babies for 5 minutes a day with the warm voices of mom and dad.
Even at this moment, babies are experiencing the emotional stability and right thinking that their parents feel.

“Just think about how countless people’s time is imbued into each of these objects.
Those must have been valuable times.
Thanks to those times, we have more time to dream and enjoy.
Aren't you grateful? Even when I eat a piece of bread or wear old clothes, I am grateful to people.
“People are grateful and want to help these things fulfill their purpose.” --- p.17

Looking back, I don't think I went in just to fill my stomach.
Maybe you just wanted to create special memories that will last forever.
A memory of your own that you can slowly dig out and enjoy over a long period of time.
The fox could not forget the stars he had looked up at while lying in the vineyard for three days, starving and anxiously waiting to escape the fence.
The ecstatic memory of that night, when he was completely immersed in the 'happiness of being alive', intoxicated by the stars, the wind, and the scent of grapes, was entirely his.
--- p.45

Welcome to this island.
Now it's your turn.
Anyone who goes on a long voyage will inevitably pass by this beautiful uninhabited island at least once.
Of course, since you haven't gotten off the boat yet, you probably don't know what kind of island this is.

You may be anxious about many things, such as whether it is inhabited by naked natives, a place teeming with ferocious beasts, or a barren island without a drop of water.
So, how about referring to the stories of those who have previously experienced this uninhabited island? --- p.165~166

'Will I be able to raise this baby well?'
The carpenter sighed every night as he looked at the sleeping baby.
Each time, the baby's breath pushed out a sigh.
As he watched his baby sleep through the night, the carpenter gradually became a father.
The baby learned to walk and talk.
My father carved wood and made toys for me.
The baby who played with wooden dolls grew up and learned to hammer and saw, and became a boy.
A carpenter's job is to cut down a fully grown tree and build a house, but now the father is hesitant to cut down the tree because his child grows up so quickly after sleeping.
--- p.
186

The winter nights were long.
The two sat under a mysterious fruit that was said to cure all illnesses and whispered softly.
If I eat that fruit, will I be able to open my eyes?
If I eat that fruit, will I be able to get up and walk?
No, can we even eat that fruit?
To covet the Emperor's fruit, isn't it a waste of life?
But even if I had to spend my whole life running away, I wanted to see the world with my own two eyes for just one day, and run with my own two feet, kicking the ground.

--- p.
261