From the author: “Where did I come from?” Every parent will one day face this rather awkward question. Children first begin to ask about how they were born at about three or four years old. Parents are often embarrassed and redirect an interested child to the other parent with the words: “Ask dad (mom)” - or tell stories about a stork, cabbage or a store. But these stories don't stand up to scrutiny among our smart kids. More precisely, after listening to them, children begin to ask dozens of questions, the answers to which parents can no longer find. Which stores sell children? The children had been to the store before, but had never seen children lying on the shelves there. And there are a lot of children on the street! Where did they get them from? Children ate cabbage repeatedly, and there were no babies there. And you won’t see a stork with a baby in its beak on the street. Such stories undermine children's faith in their parents. After all, after a few years, the child will understand that his parents deceived him. And how can you then trust such parents? I suggest telling children a fairy tale, since a fairy tale is the most natural way for a child to understand the world. This fairytale story is intended for children approximately three to four years old. On the one hand, it debunks existing myths about childbirth - specifically, since the child will definitely encounter these myths in life. Other children or “kind” adults can share this information with him. And it’s good when a child already knows from his parents the different versions of childbirth that exist in society. In this case, it will be easier for him to resist unreliable information. The information contained in this fairy tale will be enough for a child of primary and secondary preschool age. By telling it, on the one hand, we are not hiding anything from the child, on the other hand, we are offering dosed information, taking into account the age of the listener. In the future, parents will only need to supplement the information the child has about the secret of childbirth. A fairy tale about... (insert your child's name) Once upon a time there was a Mom and a Dad. They were very good Mom and Dad, they lived very friendly. We walked together, went to the cinema, visited people, went skiing in winter, and went to the forest in summer. Mom and Dad were very good together, but sometimes they had the feeling that they were missing something in their lives. Day after day passed, and Mom and Dad became sadder and sadder. One day in the park they were feeding the ducks. And suddenly a duck swam up to them, followed by four small fluffy ducklings. The ducklings quacked funny, dived into the water, and the mother duck carefully watched them. And then... Mom looked at Dad, and Dad looked at Mom. They understood why they were so sad! They didn't have children! That's what they were missing! A little Boy or a little Girl. But what to do? Where can I take the child? Dad remembered that sometimes children are found in cabbage. But it was spring, and the cabbage at the dacha had not yet grown... And Mom remembered that Grandma said that Mom herself was bought in a store. And joyful Mom and Dad ran to the store. “Do you have small children for sale?” We want to buy one,” Mom told the seller. The seller frowned. “No, children are not sold in stores,” he said. “How can that be?” I was bought in a store. My grandmother told me... “Your grandmother probably got something mixed up,” the seller answered and began serving other customers. Sad Mom and Dad left the store. They wandered through the park, looked at the children playing and thought about what to do. “Eureka!” - Dad exclaimed. - Storks! They bring children! Mom and Dad wrote a letter to the stork and began to wait. At home they did not close the window because they hoped that the stork would fly in and bring them the baby. They bought toys and books. But the stork still did not arrive... Autumn came. It's getting colder. Mom and Dad had to close the window at night. During the day they still left it open, hoping for a miracle. Migratory birds began to fly south. Standing at the open window, Mom and Dad looked at the schools flying to the south.