If he fall, if he bruise his head, if his nose bleed, if he cut his
finger, I should, instead of bustling about him with a look of alarm,
remain quiet, at least for a little while. The mischief is done; he
must endure it; all my anxiety will only serve to frighten him more,
and to increase his sensitiveness. After all, when we hurt ourselves,
it is less the shock which pains us than the fright. I will spare him
at least this last pang; for he will certainly estimate his hurt as he
sees me estimate it. If he sees me run anxiously to comfort and to
pity him, he will think himself seriously hurt; but if he sees me keep
my presence of mind, he will soon recover his own, and will think the
pain cured when he no longer feels it. At his age we learn our first
lessons in courage; and by fearlessly enduring lighter sufferings, we
gradually learn to bear the heavier ones.
Far from taking care that Émile does not hurt himself, I shall be
dissatisfied if he never does, and so grows up unacquainted with pain.
To suffer is the first and most necessary thing for him to learn.
Children are little and weak, apparently that they may learn these
important lessons. If a child fall his whole length, he will not break
his leg; if he strike himself with a stick, he will not break his arm;
if he lay hold of an edged tool, he does not grasp it tightly, and will
not cut himself very badly.
Our pedantic mania for instructing constantly leads us to teach
children what they can learn far better for themselves, and to lose
sight of what we alone can teach them. Is there anything more absurd
than the pains we take in teaching them to walk? As if we had ever
seen one, who, through his nurse's negligence, did not know how to walk
when grown! On the contrary, how many people do we see moving
awkwardly all their lives because they have been badly taught how to
walk!
Émile shall have no head-protectors, nor carriages, nor go-carts, nor
leading-strings. Or at least from the time when he begins to be able
to put one foot before the other, he shall not be supported, except
over paved places; and he shall be hurried over these. Instead of
letting him suffocate in the exhausted air indoors, let him be taken
every day, far out into the fields. There let him run about, play,
fall down a hundred times a day; the oftener the better, as he will the
sooner learn to get up again by himself. The boon of freedom is worth
many scars. My pupil will have many bruises, but to make amends for
that, he will be always light-hearted. Though your pupils are less
often hurt, they are continually thwarted, fettered; they are always
unhappy. I doubt whether the advantage be on their side.
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