Rolph David
A Right to Stumble!
(In honour of all teachers plagued by parents; Teacher's Day, 5 October 2024)In parks where parents linger near,
They shield their children from all fear.
With mowing blades and ploughs in hand,
They clear the paths that life had planned.
With arms outstretched like zealous wings,
They swoop to snatch away small things.
From grades to games, their voices shout:
“Protect our young, no room for doubt!”
Yet in this rush to pave the way,
They steal the chance for kids to play.
No scraped knees or bruised elbows earned,
No lessons taught, no bridges burned.
Lawnmower Parents clear the path,
Remove the thorns, avoid the wrath.
While Submarine Parents hide from view,
Then surface loud with harsh review.
These Taxi Parents hover close,
Their cars the crutch for every dose.
They drive to school, the path paved clear,
While little feet forget the fear.
The Curling kind with sweeping grace
Remove all obstacles from place.
But what of struggle? What of strain?
Without the storms, can joy remain?
Now Combat Helicopters hover low,
With fierce demands and an undertow.
They fight for grades, their pressure's high,
While children cower, and dreams pass by.
Silky Moms seek comfort, free from strife,
With ease and tech, they shape children's life.
Crunchy types resist the mainstream’s sway,
While Scrunchy Moms blend styles in harsh dismay.
Dolphin Parents nurture with loving care,
Yet sometimes smother, unaware of despair.
Tow Truck Parents race to every call,
Removing chaos, they shield from it all.
And what of those who merely sit,
As Sittervisors, watch a bit?
They see the games but miss the fall,
For without challenge, kids stand tall.
With Tiger roars and strict demands,
They press for heights with heavy hands.
Yet joy in learning comes from choice,
Not silent kids, nor stifled voice.
O parents all, please heed this call:
Let children stumble, let them fall.
In lessons learned from dirt and grime,
They’ll find their strength, their sense of time.
Let teachers teach, with space to thrive,
Not face the wrath of those who contrive.
For children need the chance to roam,
To build their paths, to find their home.
So pause before you leap to save,
And trust your child; let it be brave.
The world awaits, with all its charms,
Let them engage it, without alarms.
In balance lies the true reward,
A life well lived, a soul adored.
Stand back, dear parents, and you'll see
The beauty in their autonomy.
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