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teacher was retired. She was an old lady who was called in because the regular teacher was suffering from a long illness. She was grey-haired, short and terribly unhappy, always apologizing. It broke me. I told her it was okay, that we could manage without the computer, and determinedly called the kids together on the carpet for circle time. I asked the teacher for a large quarter[1] , which we put in the middle and started. And it was AMAZING! We drew a human egg, racing seeds, an umbilical cord, a mommy growing a belly, and when I pulled the models of babies in the womb out of my bag, the kids were completely amazed, focused, had lots of questions, and the two hours flew by.

egg, racing seeds, an umbilical cord, a mommy growing a belly, and when I pulled the models of babies in the womb out of my bag, the kids were completely amazed, focused, had lots of questions, and the two hours flew by. teacher had tears in her eyes as she said goodbye. She said, “You reminded me of my mother. She always used to talk to us children by the stove. We were many children, we were poor, but we were together a lot and we talked all the time. It was a beautiful, real life. And you, when you told the children today, you brought that real LIFE here. Thank you for that.”  And she hugged me goodbye.