3 October 2007
This month is my son's birthday. When I think back on it, its so strange to imagine that at the time he was being born and starting out in the world, we didn't know who he was or that he would be ours. Looking back I try to remember what I was doing that day - such an important day in rtrospect, but whose significance I was oblivious to at the time. The story below is so true, he was growing in my heart!
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!"