Whoes Child Is This?

Whose Child Is This?
"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"
"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"
"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."

http://www.basicdevotions.com/djoke.php?id=15

This is a little poem that I found online tonight, while I was messing around.
Whose child is this? As a teacher and not yet a parent, I look at children and call them my own. “my kids did this, my kids did that” I feel like I spend a lot of time with kids 8-4 on some days….that is a long time almost more than parents…how much of what I do molds their lives.

I like to know that I make a difference in the life of one person. I pray that the difference will then connect itself to someone else and continues on down the line.