Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong...
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me.
Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it.
However, as you make my mistakes vanish.
You lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. However, I don't really mind.
You see. I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.
Even though one day, I know I'll be gone,
and you'll replace me with a new one,
I'm actually happy with my job.
So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass away).
Though our children will eventually find someone, new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for our children, and will always hate seeing our precious ones worrying, or sad.
"All my life, I've been the pencil..
And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents...
getting smaller each day.
For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be shavings and memories of the past"
So, please let every moment count....build memories with our children and our parents.
However, as you make my mistakes vanish.
You lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. However, I don't really mind.
You see. I was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.
Even though one day, I know I'll be gone,
and you'll replace me with a new one,
I'm actually happy with my job.
So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass away).
Though our children will eventually find someone, new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for our children, and will always hate seeing our precious ones worrying, or sad.
"All my life, I've been the pencil..
And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents...
getting smaller each day.
For I know that one day,
all that I'm left with would be shavings and memories of the past"
So, please let every moment count....build memories with our children and our parents.
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