Teacher's teacher

Malaybalayan ponders on the following nuggets:

Many a time, golden moments pass us by. Sometimes, it is caused by the pain that life accords to anyone. When the opportunity comes along and you become a parent, a teacher or a love-giver, the real drama presents itself. There are no retakes and when the error is not taken care of immediately, it might mean a lost soul.

So goes the poem, The Sculptor. You meet a child or a pupil or a student. You do your best to educate the learner. You have to accept, at the outset, that you can only do so much. So you do what you can and the rest you offer to the Creator. Years pass by and of the kids whom you care for, some come back to say thanks for caring enough while others never come at all to say anything.

For parents however, there is a different touch that only parents offer. They love without any "buts" and "ifs". They form their children with a love that only parents are gifted with. They mold with tender loving care. They persist where others have given up.

What is significant is when the child grows to find his place in society and is now going to continue life's calling: that of taking care of his own child.