The wonder of childbirth is truly magical, particularly through the eyes of children who are still discovering the mysteries of the world.

The story I’m about to share, which has circulated on the Internet for years, takes us back to a primary school classroom where a teacher had the pleasure of witnessing an unforgettable ”show-and-tell” presentation by one of her students.

This teacher was in for an unexpected surprise when she asked a little girl in her class to explain childbirth. The resulting explanation was so unique and charming that it’s best experienced firsthand.

I won’t give away any spoilers, but I can assure you that reading this delightful account will bring a smile to your face and warm your heart.

So, let’s dive into the story and discover the innocence and wisdom of a child’s perspective on the miracle of childbirth…. Here it goes:

Little girl’s show-and-tell story about her brother’s birth wows the classroom 👇🏻 Grammar School Teacher recounts: “I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back.

“Usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.

“Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant. ‘This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday. First, Mommy and Daddy made him as a symbol of their love, and then Daddy put a seed in my mother’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for 9 months through an umbrella cord.’ She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not to laugh and wishing I had a video camera rolling. The kids are watching her in amazement.

“‘Then, about two Saturdays ago, my mother starts going, “Oh, oh, oh!”‘ Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. ‘She walked around the house for, like an hour, “Oh, oh, oh!”‘ Now this kid is doing this hysterical duck-walk, holding her back and groaning. ‘My father called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man. They got my mother to lay down in bed like this.’ Erica lies down with her back against the wall. ‘And then, pop! My mother had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!’

“The kid has her legs spread and with her little hands is miming water flowing away. It was too much!

“‘Then the middle wife starts going push, push, and breathe, breathe. They start counting, but they never even got past 10. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff they said was from the play-center, so there must be a lot of stuff inside there.’

“Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, if it’s show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder – just in case another Erica comes along.”