Philosophy

Parents and Teachers As Partners

I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a child's mind
And they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher; the tools used
Were books and music and art
One, a parent with guiding hands,
A gentle and loving heart.

Day after day the teacher toiled,
With a touch both deft and skilled.
The parent labored side by side
And all the values filled.

And when at last their task was done
They looked at what they'd wrought
The beautiful shape of the precious child
Could neither be sold nor bought.

And each agreed it would have failed
If one had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher, the home.

Author Unknown

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04/05/04 clm