Book Week Reflections
Abraham Lincoln's Letter
During Book Week celebrations, I had the privilege of reading to some of our Year 4 boys on the life of Abraham Lincoln.
I explained that he is generally regarded as one of the most revered Presidents in the history of the United States, whose life story reveals much about his character and his success in ending slavery in the United States. I also expounded the value of reading non-fiction. Apart from building general knowledge, expanding vocabulary and improving writing skills, the reading of non-fiction is a great workout for the brain, improving memory and analytical skills.
Elon Musk, the founder of SpaceX and co-founder of Tesla Motors, did not pick up his knowledge about astrodynamics and rocket propulsion in an Ivy League classroom. Instead, the industry-shaking pioneer taught himself the finer points of space travel by reading everything he could about the subject. Interestingly, most of the boys indicated they were regular non-fiction readers.
Dashrath Jha, from Mrs Mangeruca’s class, visited me the following day to share Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher. It expresses, ever so eloquently, common desires of a parent for their child. In fact, much of our renewed College vision statement is expressed in the virtues Lincoln wants his son to foster while at school. The letter also reflects Lincoln’s confidence in his son’s teacher. He concludes with recognising the task ahead, but also ‘he is such a nice little boy and he is my son.’
So, it’s with thanks to Dashrath’s research, that I share Lincoln’s hopes and dreams for his son who, incidentally, tragically died at the age of 11 after getting typhoid from contaminated water in the White House.
Dear Teacher
My son starts school today. It is all going to be strange and new to him for a while and I wish you would treat him gently. It is an adventure that might take him across continents. All adventures that probably include wars, tragedy and sorrow. To live this life will require faith, love and courage.
So dear Teacher, will you please take him by his hand and teach him things he will have to know, teaching him – but gently, if you can. Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend. He will have to know that all men are not just, that all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero, that for every crooked politician, there is a dedicated leader.
Teach him if you can that 10 cents earned is of far more value than a dollar found. In school, Teacher, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to learn how to gracefully lose, and enjoy winning when he does win.
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people, tough with tough people. Steer him away from envy if you can and teach him the secret of quiet laughter. Teach him if you can – how to laugh when he is sad, teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him there can be glory in failure and despair in success. Teach him to scoff at cynics.
Teach him if you can the wonders of books, but also give time to ponder the extreme mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hill. Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him they are wrong.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone else is doing it. Teach him to listen to everyone, but teach him also to filter all that he hears on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him to sell his talents and brains to the highest bidder but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul. Let him have the courage to be impatient, let him have the patience to be brave. Teach him to have sublime faith in himself, because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind, in God.
This is the tall order, Teacher, but see what best you can do. He is such a nice little boy and he is my son.