Family Tributes...
(You are your child's first teacher and the most important person in his/her life...
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I dreamed I stood in a studio
And saw two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a young child's mind
And they handled it with care.
One was a teacher
The tools she used were music and books and art,
The other was a parent
With a guiding hand and a loving gentle heart.
Day after day the teacher worked
With strokes that were deft and sure.
The parent labored by her side
And smoothed and polished it o'er.
And when at last their work was done
They were proud of what they had wrought,
For the things they had molded into the child's mind
Could neither be sought nor bought.
And each agreed they would have failed
If each had worked alone
For behind the parent stood the school
And behind the teacher stood the home.
 

                                                              Source Unknown

Whose Child is This?

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day.
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine," said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine," said the teacher with a tender smile
"Mine to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"

"Whose child is this?" I asked once more.
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours," said the parent and teachers as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever"

                                                          Author Unknown