On Teacher’s Day, I remember my wonderful teachers and thank them profusely.
But I also remember the contribution of another woman, my mother. My first teacher. After all, a mother is the child’s first teacher. A role that she naturally assumes.
My mother may not have taught me algebra, geometry, physics or biology, but she has taught me some things that are far more valuable in life. She taught me what is right and what is wrong. She trained me to be a good human being, friend, wife and mother. She never got paid for what she taught, nor did she ever demand a break.
Walking in her footsteps, I realize that being a mother and a teacher is no child’s task.