I am reading “Good Families don’t just happen” and I like this poem by an unknown author who exemplifies the importance of the home/school relationship.
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher – the tools she used
Were book, music and art.
The other, a parent, worked with a guiding hand
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day, the teacher toiled with touch
That was careful, deft and sure.
While the parent labored by his side
And polished and smoothed it o’er.
And when at last their work was done
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had moulded into the child
Could neither be sold 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, the home.