When teachers became children again

This week was celebrated as Children’s Day, a reminder that we were once children ourselves, completely dependent on our parents and filled with innocence and wonder. Throughout the week, the teachers stayed back after school to practise their performances for the celebration. Watching them rehearse was a delight. For a short while, they let go of their roles as adults and allowed the child within them to come alive. Their faces lit up with excitement as they tried out different dance steps to retro-style music, laughing and enjoying every moment.

I was reminded of my own school days, when I would eagerly watch my teachers perform various programmes for us. This past week, I witnessed the dedication behind those performances. The teachers worked with genuine enthusiasm, wanting to give the students a joyful and memorable Children’s Day. Their hard work reflected how deeply they cared for their students.

On the day of the celebration, my teachers wished me “Happy Children’s Day!”, and for a moment, it took me back to the time when I was the one sitting among the students. Standing there as a teacher in the very same school where I once studied felt surreal. Even though I am here only for a short period, the experience is special and difficult to put into words. It’s a beautiful reminder of how life comes full circle, turning students into teachers and memories into new experiences.