I found this beautiful poem on a website:
Is this how the relationship between teachers, parents and kids is today??! I wonder......
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a young
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher, the tools she used
Were books and music and art;
One was a parent with a guiding hand
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day, the teacher toiled
With touch that was deft and sure
While the parent laboured by her side
And polished and smoothed it o’er.
And when at last their tasks were done
They were proud of what they had wrought
For the things they had moulded into a child
Could neither be sold or bought.
And each agreed they would have failed
If they had worked alone
For behind the parent stood the school
And behind the teacher, the home.