Dear Children, Here is a poem for your reading. Love, Amma-Nana
My young son starts to school tomorrow...
It's all going to be strange and new to him for a while,
and I wish You would sort of teach
him gently...
You see, up to now, he's been our little boy.
He's been boss of the backyard...
His mother has always been around to repair his wounds,
and I've always been handy to soothe his feelings.
But now, things are going to be different...
This morning he's going to walk down the front steps,
wave his hand,
and start out on the great adventure...
it's an adventure that will
probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow.
To live his life in the world he will live in requires
faith and love and courage.
So, world, I wish You would sort of take him by his young hand
and teach him the things he will have to know.
Teach him, but gently...if You can.
He will have to learn, I know,
that all are not just, that all are not true.
But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero...
for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader...
Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend.
It will take time, world, I know, but teach him, if You can, that
a nickel earned is of far more value than a dollar found...
Teach him to lose...
and enjoy winning.
Steer him away from envy, if You can,
and teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that bullies are the easiest people to lick...
Teach him, if You can, the wonder of books...
But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery
of the birds in the sky,
bees in the sun, and flowers on a green hillside.
In school, world, teach him it is far more honorable to fail
than to cheat...
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him they are wrong...
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people
and tough with tough people.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when
everyone else is getting on the bandwagon...
Teach him to listen to all men...
But teach him to also filter all he hears on a screen of truth
and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him, if You can, how to laugh when he is sad...
Teach him there is no shame in tears...
Teach him there can by glory in failure and despair in success.
Teach him to scoff at the cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness...
Teach him to sell his brawn and brains to the highest bidder
but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears to the howling mob...
and to stand and fight if he thinks he's right.
Teach him gently, world, but don't coddle him, because
only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have courage to be impatient...
let him have the patients to be brave.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself...
Because then he will always sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order, world, but you see what you can do...
He's such a fine little fellow, my son!
It's all going to be strange and new to him for a while,
and I wish You would sort of teach
him gently...
You see, up to now, he's been our little boy.
He's been boss of the backyard...
His mother has always been around to repair his wounds,
and I've always been handy to soothe his feelings.
But now, things are going to be different...
This morning he's going to walk down the front steps,
wave his hand,
and start out on the great adventure...
it's an adventure that will
probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow.
To live his life in the world he will live in requires
faith and love and courage.
So, world, I wish You would sort of take him by his young hand
and teach him the things he will have to know.
Teach him, but gently...if You can.
He will have to learn, I know,
that all are not just, that all are not true.
But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero...
for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader...
Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend.
It will take time, world, I know, but teach him, if You can, that
a nickel earned is of far more value than a dollar found...
Teach him to lose...
and enjoy winning.
Steer him away from envy, if You can,
and teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that bullies are the easiest people to lick...
Teach him, if You can, the wonder of books...
But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery
of the birds in the sky,
bees in the sun, and flowers on a green hillside.
In school, world, teach him it is far more honorable to fail
than to cheat...
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him they are wrong...
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people
and tough with tough people.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when
everyone else is getting on the bandwagon...
Teach him to listen to all men...
But teach him to also filter all he hears on a screen of truth
and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him, if You can, how to laugh when he is sad...
Teach him there is no shame in tears...
Teach him there can by glory in failure and despair in success.
Teach him to scoff at the cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness...
Teach him to sell his brawn and brains to the highest bidder
but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears to the howling mob...
and to stand and fight if he thinks he's right.
Teach him gently, world, but don't coddle him, because
only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have courage to be impatient...
let him have the patients to be brave.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself...
Because then he will always sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order, world, but you see what you can do...
He's such a fine little fellow, my son!
