Am I Really Your Child?


 

Am I a Polar Bear?


A young polar bear cub approached his mother
One day and asked, "Mom, am I a polar bear?"

"Of course you are," she replied with a smile.

"OK," said the cub, and padded off.
Later, he found his dad out by the iceberg.

"Dad, am I a polar bear?"

"Sure you are, son!" said his dad, wondering a bit at why
His son would ask such a silly thing.

The next day, the cub asked the question again and again.

"Are you and mom polar bears?  You are?
Well, then, does that make me a polar bear?
Pure, 100% polar bear?"

Finally, his parents couldn't stand it any longer.
"Son, you're driving us crazy with this question!
You are a polar bear! Why do you keep asking?

The cub looked up and confessed,

"Cause I'm FREEZING!"

the sadness in those eyes, the intelligence in that face. the fraility in those arms, the love nobody could erase. seeing the tears struggle, trying to hide the pain. it was like watching a lone bird, trying to stop the rain.