Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted.
A little girl said, 'I know all about adoption. I was adopted..'
'What does it mean to be adopted?', asked another child.
'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!'
3 comments:
I have a beautifully framed poem on my mantle from my mom. I don't know who the author is.
Not flesh of my flesh
nor bone of my bone
But amazingly still my own
Don't ever forget
for even a minute
You didn't grow under my heart
but in it.
Thank you, Niki! I love it!
So true!
k-
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