Our parents are ERASERS!

Pencil: I’m sorry. Eraser: Sorry for what? Pencil: I’m sorry that you get hurt because of me. Every time I make a mistake, you’re right there, quietly erasing it. You help me move forward, but each time you do, you lose a little part of yourself. You grow smaller… weaker… worn down. Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t mind at all. I was made for this. I was made to stand by you when you go wrong, to help you begin again. Even if one day I fade away, even if I’m gone before you notice… my purpose will have been fulfilled. Seeing you continue, seeing you grow — that’s what makes me happy. So please don’t be sad. Nothing would hurt me more than knowing you carry guilt in your heart. Reflection Our parents are just like the eraser, and we are the pencil. They are always there — silently correcting our mistakes, shielding us from consequences, and helping us start over. In doing so, they give away pieces of themselves: their strength, their time, their youth. They grow older, softer, and tired… all so we can keep writing our lives a little better each day. Moral Love your parents while you can. Be gentle with them. Be patient with their silences and their wrinkles. One day, the eraser will be gone — but the marks of their love will remain forever on the pages of your life.