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  A
  MONTESSORI
  MOTHER

  BY

  DOROTHY CANFIELD FISHER

  Author of “The Squirrel-Cage”

  _ILLUSTRATED_

  [Illustration]

  NEW YORK
  HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
  1913




  COPYRIGHT, 1912,

  BY

  HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY

  Published October, 1912

  THE QUINN & BODEN CO. PRESS
  RAHWAY, N. J.




  _DEDICATED
  BY PERMISSION
  TO
  MARIA MONTESSORI_




PREFACE


On my return recently from a somewhat prolonged stay in Rome, I
observed that my family and circle of friends were in a very different
state of mind from that usually found by the home-coming traveler.
I was not depressed by the usual conscientious effort to appear
interested in what I had seen; not once did I encounter the wavering
eye and flagging attention which are such invariable accompaniments to
anecdotes of European travel, nor the usual elated rebound into topics
of local interest after a tribute to the miles I had traveled, in some
such generalizing phrase of finality as, “Well, I suppose you enjoyed
Europe as much as ever.”

If I had ever suffered from the enforced repression within my own soul
of my various European experiences I was more than indemnified by the
reception which awaited this last return to my native land. For I found
myself set upon and required to give an account of what I had seen, not
only by my family and friends, but by callers, by acquaintances in the
streets, by friends of acquaintances, by letters from people I knew,
and many from those whose names were unfamiliar.

The questions they all asked were of a striking similarity, and I grew
weary in repeating the same answers, answers which, from the nature of
the subject, could be neither categorical nor brief. How many evenings
have I talked from the appearance of the coffee-cups till a very late
bedtime, in answer to the demand, “Now, you’ve been to Rome; you’ve
seen the Montessori schools. You saw a great deal of Dr. Montessori
herself and were in close personal relations with her. Tell us all
about it. Is it really so wonderful? Or is it just a fad? Is it true
that the children are allowed do exactly as they please? I should think
it would spoil them beyond endurance. Do they really learn to read and
write so young? And isn’t it very bad for them to stimulate them so
unnaturally? And....” this was a never-failing cry, “what is there in
it for our children, situated as we are?”

Staggered by the amount of explanation necessary to give the shortest
answers that would be intelligible to these searching, but, on the
whole, quite misdirected questions, I tried to put off my interrogators
with the excellent magazine articles which have appeared on the
subject, and with the translation of Dr. Montessori’s book. There were
various objections to being relegated to these sources of information.
Some of my inquisitors had been too doubtful of the value of the
perhaps over-heralded new ideas to take the trouble to read the book
with the close and serious attention necessary to make anything out of
its careful and scientific presentation of its theories. Others, quite
honestly, in the breathless whirl of American business, professional
and social life, were too busy to read such a long work. Some had read
it and emerged from it rather dazed by the technical terms employed,
with the dim idea that something remarkable was going on in Italy of
which our public education ought to take advantage, but without the
smallest definite idea of a possible change in their treatment of their
own youngsters. All had many practical questions to put, based on the
difference between American and Italian life, questions which, by
chance, had not been answered in the magazine articles.

I heard, moreover, in varying degree, from all the different
temperaments, the common note of skepticism about the results obtained.
Everyone hung on my first-hand testimony as an impartial eye-witness.
“You are a parent like us. Will it really work?” they inquired with
such persistent unanimity that the existence of a still unsatisfied
craving for information seemed unquestionable. If so many people in my
small personal circle, differing in no way from any ordinary group of
educated Americans, were so actively, almost aggressively interested in
hearing my personal account of the actual working of the new system,
it seemed highly probable that other people’s personal circles would
be interested. The inevitable result of this reasoning has been the
composition of this small volume, which can claim for partial expiation
of its existence that it has no great pretensions to anything but
timeliness.

I have put into it, not only an exposition, as practical as I can make
it, of the technic of the method as far as it lies within the powers
of any one of us fathers and mothers to apply it, but in addition I
have set down all the new ideas, hopes, and visions which have sprung
up in my mind as a result of my close contact with the new system and
with the genius who is its founder. For ideas, hopes, and visions are
as important elements in a comprehension of this new philosophy as an
accurate knowledge of the use of the “geometric insets,” and my talks
with Dr. Montessori lead me to think that she feels them to be much
more essential. Contact with the new ideas is not doing for us what it
ought, if it does not act as a powerful stimulant to the whole body
of our thought about life. It should make us think, and think hard,
not only about how to teach our children the alphabet more easily, but
about such fundamental matters as what we actually mean by moral life;
whether we really honestly wish the spiritually best for our children,
or only the materially best; why we are really in the world at all.
In many ways, this “Montessori System” is a new religion which we are
called upon to help bring into the world, and we cannot aid in so great
an undertaking without considerable spiritual as well as intellectual
travail.

The only way for us to improve our children’s lives by the application
of these new ideas is by meditating on them until we have absorbed
their very essence and then by making what varying applications of
them are necessary in the differing condition of our lives. I have
set down, without apology, my own Americanized meditations on Dr.
Montessori’s Italian text, simply because I chance to be one of the
first American mothers to come into close contact with her and her
work, and as such may be of value to my fellows. I have, however,
honestly labeled and pigeon-holed these meditations on the general
philosophy of the system, and set them in separate chapters so that it
should not be difficult for the most casual reader to select what he
wishes to read, without being forced into social, philosophical, or
ethical considerations. I confess that I shall be greatly disappointed
if he takes too exclusive advantage of this opportunity, for I quite
agree with the Italian founder of the system that its philosophical and
ethical elements are those which have in them most promise for a new
future for us all.

Finally, in spite of all my excuses for the undertaking, I seem to
myself, now that I am fairly embarked upon it, very presumptuous
in speaking at all upon such high and grave matters, fit only for
the sure and enlightened handling of the specialist. But this is
a subject differing from biology, physiological psychology, and
philosophy (although the foundations of the system are laid deep in
those sciences), inasmuch as its usefulness to the race depends upon
its comprehension by the greatest possible number of ordinary human
beings. I hearten myself by remembering that if it is not to remain an
interesting and futile theory, it must be, in its broad outlines at
least, understood and practised by just such people as I am. We must
all collaborate. And here is the place to say that I consider this book
a very tentative performance; and that I will be very grateful for
suggestions from any of my readers which will help to make a second
edition more useful and complete.

This volume of impressions, therefore, lays no claim to erudition. It
is not written by a biologist for other biologists, by a philosopher
for an audience of college professors, or by a professional pedagogue
to enlighten school-superintendents. An ordinary American parent,
desiring above all else the best possible chance for her children,
addresses this message to the innumerable legion of her companions in
that desire.

Grateful acknowledgment is made to Miss M. I. Batchelder and Miss Mary
G. Gillmore, both of the Horace Mann School, for helpful suggestions;
to Miss Anne E. George, who also read the manuscript; to Dr. Maria
Montessori’s book “The Montessori Method” (Frederick A. Stokes Company,
New York); and to the House of Childhood, Inc., 200 Fifth Avenue, New
York, for the use of illustrations. Dr. Montessori’s didactic apparatus
is manufactured and distributed by the House of Childhood, Inc.




CONTENTS


  CHAPTER                                                           PAGE

        PREFACE                                                        v

     I. SOME INTRODUCTORY REMARKS ABOUT PARENTS                        1

    II. A DAY IN A CASA DEI BAMBINI                                    7

   III. MORE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS IN A CASA DEI BAMBINI                 29

    IV. SOMETHING ABOUT THE APPARATUS AND ABOUT
          THE THEORY UNDERLYING IT                                    48

     V. DESCRIPTION OF THE REST OF THE APPARATUS AND
          THE METHOD FOR WRITING AND READING                          67

    VI. SOME GENERAL REMARKS ABOUT THE MONTESSORI
          APPARATUS IN THE AMERICAN HOME                              91

   VII. THE POSSIBILITY OF AMERICAN ADAPTATIONS OF,
          OR ADDITIONS TO, THE MONTESSORI APPARATUS                  105

  VIII. SOME REMARKS ON THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE SYSTEM                 117

    IX. APPLICATION OF THIS PHILOSOPHY TO AMERICAN HOME LIFE         127

     X. SOME CONSIDERATIONS ON THE NATURE OF “DISCIPLINE”            141

    XI. MORE ABOUT DISCIPLINE, WITH SPECIAL REGARD TO OBEDIENCE      153

   XII. DIFFICULTIES IN THE WAY OF A UNIVERSAL ADOPTION
          OF THE MONTESSORI IDEAS                                    165

  XIII. IS THERE ANY REAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE
          MONTESSORI SYSTEM AND THE KINDERGARTEN?                    171

   XIV. MORAL TRAINING                                               195

    XV. DR. MONTESSORI’S LIFE AND THE ORIGIN OF THE
          CASA DEI BAMBINI                                           210

   XVI. SOME LAST REMARKS                                            232

        INDEX                                                        239




ILLUSTRATIONS


  Maria Montessori                                        _Frontispiece_

  The schoolroom in the convent of the Franciscan
    nuns in the Via Giusti                                      page   8

  The meal hour                                                   “   22

  The morning clean-up                                            “   26

  Waiter carrying soup                                            “   26

  Exercises in practical life                                     “   56

  Building “the Tower”                                            “   56

  Buttoning-frames to develop co-ordinated movements
    of the fingers and prepare the children for exercises
    of practical life                                             “   68

  Solid geometrical insets                                        “   70

  The broad stair                                                 “   74

  The long stair                                                  “   74

  Insets which the child learns to place both by sight
    and touch                                                     “   78

  Tracing sandpaper letters                                       “   86

  Tracing geometrical design                                      “   86

  Training the “stereognostic sense”--combining
    motor and tactual images                                      “  100

  Color boxes comprising spools of eight colors and
    eight shades of each color                                    “  116

  Materials for teaching rough and smooth                         “  138

  Counting boxes                                                  “  162

  Insets around which the child draws, and then fills
    in the outline with colored crayons                           “  188

  Word building with cut-out alphabet                             “  224




A MONTESSORI MOTHER




CHAPTER I

SOME INTRODUCTORY REMARKS ABOUT PARENTS


An observation often made by philosophic observers of our social
organization is that the tremendous importance of primary teachers is
ridiculously underestimated. The success or failure of the teachers of
little children may not perhaps determine the amount of information
acquired later in its educative career by each generation, but no one
can deny that it determines to a considerable extent the character of
the next generation, and character determines practically everything
worth considering in the world of men. Yet the mind of the average
community admits this but haltingly. The teachers of small children are
paid more than they were, but still far less than the importance of
their work deserves, and they are still regarded by the unenlightened
majority as insignificant compared to those who impart information to
older children and adolescents, a class of pupils which, in the nature
of things, is vastly more able to protect its own individuality from
the character of the teacher.

But is there a thoughtful parent living who has not quailed at the
haphazard way in which Fate has pitchforked him into a profession
greatly more important and enormously more difficult? For it is not
quite fair to us to say that we chose the profession of parent with
our eyes open when we repeated the words of the marriage service. It
cannot be denied that every pair of fiancés know that probably they
will have children, but this knowledge has about the same degree of
first-hand vividness in their minds that the knowledge of ultimate
certain death has in the mind of the average healthy young person:
there is as little conscious preparation for the coming event in the
one case as in the other. No, we have some right on our side, under the
prevailing conditions of education about the facts of life, in claiming
that we are tossed headlong by a force stronger than ourselves into
a profession and a terrifying responsibility which many of us would
never have had the presumption to undertake in cold blood. We might
conceivably have undertaken to build railway bridges, even though the
lives of multitudes depended on them; we might have become lawyers and
settled people’s material affairs for them or even, as doctors, settled
the matter of their physical life or death; but to be responsible to
God, to society, and to the soul in question for the health, happiness,
moral growth, and usefulness of a human soul, what reflective parent
among the whole army of us has not had moments of heartsick terror at
the realization of what he has been set to do?

I say “moments” advisedly, for it must be admitted that most of us
manage to forget pretty continually the alarming possibilities of our
situation. In this we are imitating the curious actual indifference to
peril which, from time immemorial, has been observed among those who
are exposed to any danger which is very long continued. The incapacity
of human nature to feel any strong emotion for a considerable length
of time, even one connected with the supposedly sacrosanct instinct
for self-preservation, is to be observed in the well-worn examples
of people living on the sides of volcanoes, and of workers among
machinery, who will not take the most elementary precautions against
accidents if the precautions consume much time or thought. Consequently
it is not surprising that, as a whole, parents are not only not
stricken to the earth by the responsibilities of their situation, but
as a class are singularly blind to their duties, and oddly difficult to
move to any serious, continued consideration of the task before them.
This attitude bears a close relation to the axiom which has only to be
stated to win instant recognition from any self-analyzing human being,
“We would rather lie down and die than _think_!” We cannot, as a rule,
be forced to think really, seriously, connectedly, logically about the
form of our government, about our social organization, about how we
spend our lives, even about the sort of clothes we wear or the food
we eat,--questions affecting our comfort so cruelly that they would
make us reflect if anything could. But we ourselves are the only ones
to suffer from our refusal to use our minds fully and freely on such
subjects. It is intolerable that our callous indifference and incurable
triviality should wreak themselves upon the helpless children committed
to our care. The least we can do, if we will not do our own thinking,
is to accept, with all gratitude, the thinking that someone else has
done for us.

For there is one loop-hole of escape in our modern world from this
self-imprisonment in shiftless ways of mental life, and that is
the creation and wide diffusion of the scientific spirit. There is
apparently in human nature, along with this invincible repugnance
to use reason on matters closely connected with our daily life, a
considerable pleasure in ratiocination if it is exercised on subjects
sufficiently removed from our personal sphere. The man who will eat
hot mince-pie and rarebit at two in the morning and cry out upon the
Fates as responsible for the inevitable sequence of suffering, may be,
often is, in his chemical laboratory, or his surgical practice, or his
biological research, an investigator of the strictest integrity of
reasoning.

Reflection on this curious trait of human nature may bring some
restoration of self-respect to parents in the face of the apparently
astounding fact that most of the great educators have been by no
means parents of large families, and a large proportion of them have
been childless. This but follows the usual eccentric route taken by
discoveries leading to the amelioration of conditions surrounding
man. It was not an inhabitant of a malarial district, driven to
desperation by the state of things, who discovered the crime of the
mosquito. That discovery was made by men working in laboratories not
in the least incommoded by malaria. Hundreds of generations of devoted
mothers, ready and willing to give the last drop of their blood for
their children’s welfare, never discovered that unscalded milk-bottles
are like prussic acid to babies. Childless workers in white laboratory
aprons, standing over test-tubes, have revolutionized the physical
hygiene of infancy and brought down the death-rate of babies beyond
anything ever dreamed of by our parents.

But let it be remembered as comfort, exhortation, and warning to
us that the greatest army of laboratory workers ever financed by a
twentieth-century millionaire, would have been of no avail if the
parents of the babies of the world had not taken to scalding the
milk-bottles. Let us insist upon the recognition of our merit, such as
it is. We will not, apparently we cannot, do the hard, consecutive,
logical, investigating thinking which is the only thing necessary in
many cases to better the conditions of our daily life; but we are
not entirely impervious to reason, inasmuch as the world has seen us
in this instance following, with the most praiseworthy docility, the
teachings of those who have thought for us. The milk-bottles in by
far the majority of American homes are really being scalded to-day;
and “cholera morbus,” “second summers,” “teething fevers,” and the
like are becoming as out-of-date as “fever ’n’ ague,” “galloping
consumption,” and the like.

The lessened death-rate among babies is not only the most heartening
spectacle for lovers of babies, but for hopers and believers in the
general advancement of the race. This miraculous revolution in the
care of infants under a year of age has taken place in less than a
human generation. The grandparents of our children are still with us
to pooh-pooh our sterilizings, and to look on with bewilderment while
we treat our babies as intelligently as stock-breeders treat their
animals. Let us take heart of grace. If scientific methods of physical
hygiene in the care of children can be thus quickly inculcated, it is
certainly worth while to storm the age-old redoubts sheltering the no
less hoary abuses of their intellectual and spiritual treatment.

A scientist of another race, taking advantage of the works of all the
other investigators along the same line (works which nothing could have
induced us to study), laboring in a laboratory of her own invention,
has been doing our hard, consecutive, logical, investigating thinking
for us. Let us have the grace to take advantage of her discoveries,
many of which have been stumbled upon from time to time in a haphazard,
unformulated way by the instinctive wisdom of experience, but the
synthesis of which into a coherent, usable system, with a consistent
philosophical foundation, has been left to a childless scientific
investigator.




CHAPTER II

A DAY IN A CASA DEI BAMBINI


I had not seen a Montessori school when I first read through Dr.
Montessori’s book. I laid it down with the mental comments, “All very
well to write about! But, of course, it can’t work anything like that
in actual practice. Everyone knows that a child’s party of only five or
six children of that age (from two and a half to six) is seldom carried
through without some sort of quarrel, even though an equal number of
mothers are present, devoting themselves to giving the tots exactly
whatever they want. It stands to reason that twenty or thirty children
of that tender age, shut up together all day long and day after day,
must, if they are normal children, have a great many healthy normal
battles with each other!”

After putting myself in a dispassionate and judicial frame of mind by
laying down these fixed preconceptions, I went to visit the Casa dei
Bambini in the Franciscan Nunnery on the Via Giusti.

I half turn away in anticipatory discouragement from the task of
attempting, for the benefit of American readers, any description of
what I saw there. They will not believe it. I know they will not,
because I myself, before I saw it with my own eyes, would have
discounted largely the most moderate statements on the subject. But
even though stay-at-home people in other centuries may have salted
liberally the tall stories of old-time travelers, they certainly had
a taste for hearing them; and so possibly my plain account of what I
saw that day may be read, even though it be to the accompaniment of
incredulous exclamations.

My first glimpse was of a gathering of about twenty-five children,
so young that several of them looked like real babies to me. I found
afterwards that the youngest was just under three, and the oldest just
over six. They were scattered about over a large, high-ceilinged, airy
room, furnished with tiny, lightly-framed tables and chairs which,
however, by no means filled the floor. There were big tracts of open
space, where some of the children knelt or sat on light rugs. One was
lying down on his back, kicking his feet in the air. A low, cheerful
hum of conversation filled the air.

As my companion and I came into the room I noticed first that there was
not that stiffening into self-consciousness which is the inevitable
concomitant of “visitors” in our own schoolrooms. Most of the children,
absorbed in various queer-looking tasks, did not even glance up as we
entered. Others, apparently resting in the intervals between games,
looked over across the room at us, smiled welcomingly as I would at
a visitor entering my house, and a little group near us ran up with
outstretched hands, saying with a pleasant accent of good-breeding,
“Good-morning! Good-morning!” They then instantly went off about their
own affairs, which were evidently of absorbing interest, for after
that, except for an occasional friendly look or smile, or a momentary
halt by my side to show me something, none of the little scholars paid
the least attention to me.

[Illustration: THE SCHOOL ROOM IN THE CONVENT OF THE FRANCISCAN NUNS IN
THE VIA GIUSTI.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

Now I myself, like all the American matrons of my circle of
acquaintances, am laboring conscientiously to teach my children
“good manners,” but I decided, on the instant, nothing would induce
me to collect twenty children of our town and have a Montessori
teacher enter the room to be greeted by them. The contrast would be
too painful. These were mostly children of very poor, ignorant, and
utterly untrained parents, and ours are children of people who flatter
themselves that they are the opposite of all that; but I shuddered
to think of the long silent, discourteous stare which is the only
recognition of the presence of a visitor in our schools. And yet I
felt at once that I was attaching too much importance to a detail, the
merest trifle, the slightest, most superficial indication of the life
beneath. We Anglo-Saxons notice too acutely, I thought, these surface
differences of manner.

But, on the other hand, I was forced to consider that I knew from
bitter experience that children of that age are still near enough
babyhood to be absolutely primeval in their sincerity, and that it is
practically impossible to make them, with any certainty of the result,
go through a form of courtesy which they do not feel genuinely. Also
I observed that no one had pushed the children towards us, as I push
mine, toward a chance visitor, with the command accompanied by an
inward prayer for obedience, “Go and shake hands with Mrs. Blank.”

In fact, I noticed it for the first time, there seemed no one there
to push the children or to refrain from doing it. That collection of
little tots, most of them too busy over their mysterious occupations
even to talk, seemed, as far as a casual glance over the room went,
entirely without supervision. Finally, from a corner, where she had
been sitting (on the floor apparently) beside a child, there rose up a
plainly-dressed woman, the expression of whose quiet face made almost
as great an impression on me as the children’s greetings had. I had
always joined with heartfelt sympathy in the old cry of “Heaven help
the poor teachers!” and in our town, where we all know and like the
teachers personally, their exhausted condition of almost utter nervous
collapse by the end of the teaching year is a painful element in our
community life. But I felt no impulse to sympathize with this woman
with untroubled eyes who, perceiving us for the first time, came over
to shake hands with us. Instead, I felt a curious pang of envy, such as
once or twice in my sentimental and stormy girlhood I felt at the sight
of the peaceful face of a nun. I am now quite past the possibility of
envying the life of a nun, but I must admit that it suddenly occurred
to me, as I looked at that quiet, smiling Italian woman, that somehow
my own life, for all its full happiness, must lack some element of
orderliness, of discipline, of spiritual economy which alone could have
put that look of calm certainty on her face. It was not the passive,
changeless peace that one sees in the eyes of some nuns, but a sort of
rich, full-blooded confidence in life.

She lingered beside us some moments, chatting with my companion,
who was an old friend of hers, and who introduced her as Signorina
Ballerini. I noticed that she happened to stand all the time with her
back to the children, feeling apparently none of that lion-tamer’s
instinct to keep an hypnotic eye on the little animals which is so
marked in our instructors. I can remember distinctly that there was for
us school-children actually a different feel to the air and a strange
look on the familiar school-furniture during those infrequent intervals
when the teacher was called for an instant from the room and left us,
as in a suddenly rarefied atmosphere, giddy with the removal of the
pressure of her eye; but when this teacher turned about casually to
face the room again, these children did not seem to notice either that
she had stopped looking at them or that she was now doing it again.

We used to know, as by a sixth sense, exactly where, at any moment,
the teacher was, and a sudden movement on her part would have made us
all start as violently and as instinctively as little chicks at the
sudden shadow of a hawk ... and this, although we were often very fond
indeed of our teachers. Remembering this, I noticed with surprise that
often, when one of these little ones lifted his face from his work to
ask the teacher a question, he had been so unconscious of her presence
during his concentration on his enterprise that he did not know in
the least where to look, and sent his eager eyes roving over the big
room in a search for her, which ended in such a sudden flash of joy at
discovering her that I felt again a pang of envy for this woman who had
so many more loving children than I have.

What could be these “games” which so absorbed these children, far
too young for any possibility of pretense on their part? Moving with
the unhampered, unobserved ease which is the rule in a Montessori
schoolroom, I began walking about, looking more closely at what the
children were holding, and I could have laughed at the simplicity
of many of the means which accomplished the apparent miracle of
self-imposed order and discipline before me ... if I had not been ready
to cry at my own stupidity for not thinking of them myself. One little
boy about three and a half years old had been intent on some operation
ever since we had entered the room, and even now as I drew near his
little table and chair, he only glanced up for an instant’s smile
without stopping the action of his fingers. I leaned over him, hoping
that the device which so held his attention was not too complicated
for my inexperienced, unpedagogical mind to take in. He was holding
a light wooden frame about eighteen inches square, on which were
stretched two pieces of cotton cloth, meeting down the middle like the
joining of a garment. On one of these edges was a row of buttonholes
and on the other a row of large bone buttons. The child was absorbed in
buttoning and unbuttoning those two pieces of cloth.

He was new at the game, that was to be seen by the clumsy, misdirected
motions of his baby fingers, but the process of his improvement was so
apparent as, his eyes shining with interest, he buttoned and unbuttoned
steadily, slowly, without an instant’s interruption, that I watched
him, almost as fascinated as he. A child near us, apparently playing
with blocks, upset them with a loud noise, but my buttoning boy,
wrapped in his magic cloak of concentration, did not so much as raise
his eyes. I myself could not look away, and as I gazed I thought of
the many times a little child of mine had tried to learn the secret of
the innumerable fastenings which hold her clothes together and how I,
with the kindest impulse in the world, had stopped her fumbling little
fingers saying, “No, dear, Mother can do that so much better. Let
Mother do it.” It occurred to me now that the situation was very much
as if, in the midst of a fascinating game of billiards, a professional
player had snatched the cue from my husband’s hands, saying, “You just
stand and watch me do this. I can do it much better than you.”

The child before me stopped his work a moment and looked down at his
little cotton waist. There was a row of buttons there, smaller but of
the same family as those on the frame. As he gazed down, absorbed, at
them, I could see a great idea dawn in his face. I leaned forward.
He attacked the middle button, using with startling exactitude of
imitation the same motion he had learned on his frame. But this button
was not so large or so well placed. He had to bend his head over, his
fingers were cramped, he made several movements backward. But then
suddenly the first half of his undertaking was accomplished. The button
was on one side, the buttonhole on the other. I held my breath. He set
to work again. The cloth slipped from his boneless little fingers, the
button twisted itself awry, I fairly ached with the idiotic habit of
years of interference to snatch it and do it for him. And then I saw
that he was slowly forcing it into place. When the bone disk finally
shone out, round and whole, on the far side of the buttonhole, the
child drew a long breath and looked up at me with so ecstatic a face
of triumph that I could have shouted, “Hurrah!” Then, without paying
any more attention to me, he rose, sauntered over to a corner of the
room where a thick piece of felt covered the floor, and lay down on his
back, his hands clasped under his head, gazing with tranquil, reposeful
vacuity at the ceiling. He was resting himself after accomplishing
a great step forward. I did not fail to notice that, except for my
entirely fortuitous observation of his performance, nobody had seen his
absorption any more than they now saw his apparent idleness.

I tucked all these observations away in a corner of my mind for future
reflection, and moved on to the nearest child, a little girl, perhaps
a year older than the boy, who was absorbed as eagerly as he over a
similar light wooden frame, covered with two pieces of cloth. But these
were fastened together with pieces of ribbon which the child was tying
and untying. There was no fumbling here. As rapidly, as deftly, with
as careless a light-hearted ease as a pianist running over his scales,
she was making a series of the flattest, most regular bow-knots, much
better, I knew in my heart, than I could accomplish at anything like
that speed. Although she had advanced beyond the stage of intent
struggle with her material, her interest and pleasure in her own skill
was manifest. She looked up at me, and then smiled proudly down at her
flying fingers.

Beyond her another little boy, with a leather-covered frame, was
laboriously inserting shoe-buttons into their buttonholes with the
aid of an ordinary button-hook. As I looked at him, he left off, and
stooping over his shoes, tried to apply the same system to their
buttons. That was too much for him. After a prolonged struggle he gave
it up for the time, returning, however, to the buttons on his frame
with entirely undiminished ardor.

Next to him sat a little girl, with a pile of small pieces of money
before her on her tiny table. She was engaged in sorting these into
different piles according to their size, and, though I stood by her
some time, laughing at the passion of accuracy which fired her, she
was so absorbed that she did not even notice my presence. As I turned
away I almost stumbled over a couple of children sitting on the floor,
engaged in some game with a variety of blocks which looked new to me.
They were ten squared rods of equal thickness, of which the shortest
looked to be a tenth the length of the longest, and the others of
regularly diminishing lengths between these two extremes. These were
painted in alternate stripes of red and blue, these stripes being
the same width as the shortest rod. The children were putting these
together in consecutive order so as to make a sort of series, and
although they were evidently much too young to count, they were aiding
themselves by touching with their fingers each of the painted stripes,
and verifying in this way the length of the rod. I could not follow
this process, although it was plainly something arithmetical, and
turned to ask the teacher about it.

I saw her across the room engaged in tying a bandage about a child’s
eyes. Wondering if this were some new, scientific form of punishment,
I stepped to that part of the room and watched the subsequent
proceedings. The child, his lips curved in an expectant smile, even
laughing a little in pleasant excitement, turned his blindfolded face
to a pile of small pieces of cloth before him. Several children,
walking past, stopped and hung over the edge of his desk with lively
interest. The boy drew out from the pile a piece of velvet. He felt
of this intently, running the sensitive tips of his fingers lightly
over the nap, and cocking his head on one side in deep thought. The
child-spectators gazed at him with sympathetic attention. When he gave
the right name, they all smiled and nodded their heads in satisfaction.
He drew out another piece from the big pile, coarse cotton cloth this
time, which he instantly recognized; then a square of satin over
which his little finger-tips wandered with evident sensuous pleasure.
His successful naming of this was too much for his envious little
spectators. They turned and fled toward the teacher and when I reached
her, she was the center of a little group of children, all clamoring to
be blindfolded.

“How they do love that exercise!” she said, looking after them with
shining eyes ... I could have sworn, with mother’s eyes!

“Are you too busy and hurried,” I asked, “to explain to me the game
those children are playing with the red and blue rods?”

She answered with some surprise, “Oh, no, I’m not busy and hurried at
all!” (quite as though we were not all living in the twentieth century)
and went on, “The children can come and find me if they need me.”

So I had my first lesson in the theory of self-education and
self-dependence underlying the Montessori apparatus, to the
accompaniment of occasional requests for aid, or demands for sympathy
over an achievement, made in clear, baby treble. That theory will be
taken up later in this book, as this chapter is intended only to be
a plain narration of a few of the sights encountered by an ordinary
observer in a morning in a Montessori school.

After a time I noticed that four little girls were sitting at a
neatly-ordered small table, spread with a white cloth, apparently
eating their luncheons. The teacher, in answer to my inquiring glance
at them, explained that it was their turn to be the waitresses that
day, for the children’s lunch, and so they ate their own meal first.

She was called away just then, and I sat looking at the roomful of busy
children, listening to the pleasant murmur of their chats together,
watching them move freely about as they liked, noting their absorbed,
happy concentration on their tasks. Already some of the sense of the
miraculous which had been so vivid in my mind during my first survey
of the school was dulled, or rather, explained away. Now that I had
seen some of the details composing the picture, the whole seemed more
natural. It was not surprising, for instance, that the little girl
sorting the pieces of money should not instead be pulling another
child’s hair, or wandering in aimless and potentially naughty idleness
about the room. It was not necessary either to force or exhort her to
be a quiet and untroublesome citizen of that little republic. She
would no more leave her fascinating occupation to go and “be naughty”
than a professor of chemistry would leave an absorbing experiment in
his laboratory to go and rob a candy-store. In both cases it would
be leaving the best sort of a “good time” for a much less enjoyable
undertaking.

In the midst of these reflections (my first glimmer of understanding of
what it was all about), a lively march on the piano was struck up. Not
a word was spoken by the teacher, indeed I had not yet heard her voice
raised a single time to make a collective remark to the whole body of
children, but at once, acting on the impulse which moves us all to run
down the street towards the sound of a brass band, most of the children
stopped their work and ran towards the open floor-space near the piano.
Some of the older ones, of five, formed a single-file line, which was
rapidly recruited by the monkey-like imitativeness of the little ones,
into a long file. The music was martial, the older children held their
heads high and stamped loudly as they marched about, keeping time very
accurately to the strongly marked rhythm of the tune. The little tots
did their baby best to copy their big brothers and sisters, some of
them merely laughing and stamping up and down without any reference
to the time, others evidently noticing a difference between their
actions and those of the older ones, and trying to move their feet more
regularly.

No one had suggested that they leave their work-tables to play in
this way (indeed a few too absorbed to heed the call of the music
still hung intently over their former occupations), no one suggested
that they step in time to the music, no one corrected them when they
did not. The music suddenly changed from a swinging marching air to a
low, rhythmical croon. The older children instantly stopped stamping
and began trotting noiselessly about on their tiptoes, imitated again
as slavishly as possible by the admiring smaller ones. The uncertain
control of their equilibrium by these littler ones, made them stagger
about, as they practised this new exercise, like the little bacchantes,
intoxicated with rhythm, which their glowing faces of delight seemed to
proclaim them.

I was penetrated with that poignant, almost tearful sympathy in their
intense enjoyment which children’s pleasure awakens in every adult
who has to do with them. “Ah, what a _good_ time they are having!” I
cried to myself, and then reflected that they had been having some sort
of very good time ever since I had come into the room. And yet even
my unpractised eye could see a difference between this good time and
the kindergarten, charming as that is to watch. No prettily-dressed,
energetic, thoroughgoing young lady had beckoned the children away
from their self-chosen occupations. There was no set circle here with
the lovely teacher in the middle, and every child’s eyes fastened
constantly on her nearly always delightful but also overpoweringly
developed adult personality. There was no set “game” being played,
the discontinuation of which depended on the teacher’s more or less
accurate guess at when the children were becoming tired. Indeed,
as I reflected on this, I noticed that, although the bigger ones
were continuing their musical march with undiminished pleasure, the
younger ones had already exhausted the small amount of consecutive
interest their infant organisms are capable of, and, without spoiling
the fun for the others, indeed without being observed, had suddenly
stopped dancing and prancing as suddenly as they began and, with the
kitten-like fitfulness of their age, were wandering away in groups of
two and three out to the great, open courtyard.

I suppose they went on playing quieter games there, but I did not
follow them, so absorbed was I in watching the four little girls who
had now at last finished their very leisurely meal and were preparing
the tables for the other children. They were about four and a half
and five years old, an age at which I would have thought children as
capable of solving a problem in calculus as of undertaking, without
supervision, to set tables for twenty other babies. They went at their
undertaking with no haste, indeed with a slowness which my racial
impatience found absolutely excruciating. They paused constantly for
prolonged consultations, and to verify and correct themselves as
they laid the knife, fork, spoon, plate, and napkin at each place.
Interested as I was, and beginning, as I did, to understand a little
of the ideas of the school, I still was so under the domination of my
lifetime of over-emphasis on the importance of the immediate result
of an action, that I felt the same impulse I had restrained with
difficulty beside the buttoning boy--to snatch the things from their
incompetent little hands and whisk them into place on the tables.

But then I noticed that the clock showed only a little after eleven,
and that evidently the routine of the school was planned expressly so
that there would be no need for haste.

The phrase struck my mental ear curiously, and arrested my attention.
I reflected on that condition with the astonished awe of a modern,
meeting it almost for the first time. “No need for haste”--it was like
being transported into the timeless ease of eternity.

And then I fell to asking myself why there was always so much need for
haste in my own life and in that of my children? Was it, after all,
so necessary? What were we hurrying so to accomplish? I remembered my
scorn of the parties of Cook’s tourists, clattering into the Sistine
Chapel for a momentary glance at the achievement of a lifetime of
genius, painted on the ceiling, and then galloping out again for a
hop-skip-and-jump race down through the Stanze of Raphael. It occurred
to me, disquietingly, that possibly, instead of really training my
children, I might be dragging them headlong on a Cook’s tour through
life. It also occurred to me that if the Montessori ideas were taken
up in my family, the children would not be the only ones to profit by
them.

[Illustration: THE MEAL HOUR.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

When I emerged from this brown study, the little girls had finished
their task and there stood before me tables set for twenty little
people, set neatly and regularly, without an item missing. The
children, called in from their play in the courtyard, came marching
along (they do take collective action when collective interests
genuinely demand it) and sat down without suggestions, each, I suppose,
at the place he had occupied while working at those same tiny tables.
I held my breath to see the four little waitresses enter the room,
each carrying a big tureen full of hot soup. I would not have trusted
a child of that age to carry a glass of water across a room. The
little girls advanced slowly, their eyes fixed on the contents of
their tureens, their attention so concentrated on their all-important
enterprise that they seemed entirely oblivious of the outer world. A
fly lighted on the nose of one of these solemnly absorbed babies. She
twisted the tip of that feature, making the most grotesque grimaces in
her effort to dislodge the tickling intruder, but not until she had
reached a table and set down her sacred tureen in safety, did she raise
her hand to her face. I revised on the instant all my fixed convictions
about the innate heedlessness and lack of self-control of early
childhood; especially as she turned at once to her task of ladling out
the soup into the plates of the children at her table, a feat which she
accomplished as deftly as any adult could have done.

The napkins were unfolded, the older children tucked them under
their chins and began to eat their soup. The younger ones imitated
them more or less handily, though with some the process meant quite a
struggle with the napkin. One little boy, only one in all that company,
could not manage his. After wrestling with it, he brought it to the
teacher, who had dropped down on a chair near mine. So sure was I of
what her action inevitably would be, that I fairly felt my own hands
automatically follow hers in the familiar motions of tucking a napkin
under a child’s round chin.

I cannot devise any way to set down on paper with sufficient emphasis
the fact that she did not tuck that napkin in. She held it up in her
hands, showed the child how to take hold of a larger part of the
corner than he had been grasping, and, illustrating on herself, gave
him an object-lesson. Then she gave it back to him. He had caught the
idea evidently, but his undisciplined little fingers, out of sight
there, under his chin, would not follow the direction of his brain,
though that was evidently, from the grave intentness of his baby face,
working at top speed. With a sigh, that irresistible sigh of the little
child, he took out the crumpled bit of linen and looked at it sadly. I
clasped my hands together tightly to keep them from flying at him and
accomplishing the operation in a twinkling. Why, the poor child’s soup
was getting cold!

Again I wish to reiterate the statement that the teacher did not tuck
that napkin in. She took it once more and went through very slowly
all the necessary movements. The child’s big, black eyes fastened on
her in a passion of attention, and I noticed that his little empty
hands followed automatically the slow, distinctly separated, analyzed
movements of the teacher’s hands. When she gave the napkin back to him,
he seized it with an air of resolution which would have done honor
to Napoleon, grasping it firmly and holding his wandering baby-wits
together with the aid of a determined frown. He pulled his collar away
from his neck with one hand and, still frowning determinedly, thrust
a large segment of the napkin down with the other, spreading out the
remainder on his chest, with a long sigh of utter satisfaction, which
went to my heart. As he trotted back to his place, I noticed that the
incident had been observed by several of the children near us, on whose
smiling faces, as they looked at their triumphant little comrade, I
could see the reflection of my own gratified sympathy. One of them
reached out and patted the napkin as its proud wearer passed.

But I had not been all the morning in that children’s home, perfect,
though not made with a mother’s hands, without having my mother’s
jealousy sharply aroused. A number of things had been stirring up
protests in my mind. I was alarmed at the sight of all these babies,
happy, wisely occupied, perfectly good, and learning unconsciously the
best sort of lessons, and yet in an atmosphere differing so entirely
from all my preconceived ideas of a home. All this might be all very
well for Italian mothers so poor that they were obliged to leave
their children in order to go out and help earn the family living;
or for English mothers, who expect as a matter of course that their
little children shall spend most of their time with nurse-maids and
governesses. But I could not spare my children, I told myself. I asked
nothing better than to have them with me every moment they were awake.
What was to be done about this ominously excellent institution which
seemed to treat the children more wisely than I, for all my efforts?
I felt an uneasy, apprehensive hostility towards these methods,
contrasting so entirely with mine, for mine were, I assured myself
hotly, based on the most absolute, supreme mother’s love for the child.

I now turned to the teacher and said protestingly, “That would have
been a very little thing to do for a child.”

She laughed. “I’m not his nurse-maid. I’m his teacher,” she replied.

“That’s all very well, but his soup _will_ be cold, you know, and he
will be late to his luncheon!”

She did not deny this, but she did not seem as struck as I was by
the importance of the fact. She answered whimsically, “Ah, one must
remember not to obtrude one’s adult materialism into the idealistic
world of children. He is so happy over his victory over himself that he
wouldn’t notice if his soup were iced.”

[Illustration: THE MORNING CLEAN-UP.]

[Illustration: WAITER CARRYING SOUP.
                                      Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

“But warm soup is a good thing, a very good thing,” I insisted, “and
you have literally robbed him of his. More than that, I seem to see
that all this insistence on self-dependence for children must interfere
with a great many desirable regularities of family life.”

She looked at me indulgently. “Yes, warm soup is a good thing, but is
it such a very important thing? According to our adult standards it
is more palatable, but it’s really about as good food if eaten cold,
isn’t it? And, anyhow, he eats it cold only this once. You’d snatch him
away from his plate of warm soup without scruple if you thought he was
sitting in a draught and would take cold. Isn’t his moral health as
important as his physical?”

“But it might be very inconvenient for someone else, in an ordinary
home, to wait so interminably for him to learn to wait on himself.”

Her answer was a home-thrust. “If it’s too much trouble to give him
the best conditions at home, wouldn’t he be better sent to a Casa dei
Bambini, which has no other aim than to have things just right for his
development?”

This silenced me for a time. I turned away, but was recalled by her
remarking, “Besides, I’ve put him more in the way of getting his soup
hot from now on, than you would, by tucking in his napkin and sending
him back at once. To-day’s plateful would have been warm; but how about
to-morrow and the day after, and so on, unless you, or some other
grown-up happened to be at hand to wait on him. And on my part, what
could I do, if all twenty-five of the children were helpless?”

I seized on this opportunity to voice some of the mother’s jealousy
which underlay all my extreme admiration and astonishment at the sights
of the morning, “If you didn’t keep such an octopus clutch on the
children, separating them all day in this way from their own families,
if they were sent home to eat their luncheons, why, there would be
mothers enough to go around. _They_ would be only too glad to tuck the
little napkins in!”

The teacher looked at me, level-browed, and said, with a dry, enigmatic
accent which made me reflect uneasily, long afterwards, on her
words, “They certainly would. Do you really think that would be an
improvement?”




CHAPTER III

MORE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS IN A CASA DEI BAMBINI


Of course one day’s observations do not give even a bird’s-eye view of
all the operations of a Montessori school, and this chapter is intended
to supplement somewhat the very incomplete survey of the last and to
touch at least, in passing, upon some of the other important activities
in which the children are engaged. If this description seems lacking in
continuity and uniformity, it represents all the more faithfully the
impressions of an observer of a Casa dei Bambini. For there one sees
no trace of the slightly Prussian uniformity of action to which we are
accustomed in even the freest of our primary schools and kindergartens.
You need not expect at ten o’clock to hear the “ten-o’clock class in
reading,” for possibly on that day no child will happen to feel like
reading. You need not think that the teacher will call up the star
pupil to have him write for you. He may be lying on the floor absorbed
in an arithmetical game and a Montessori teacher would as soon blow up
her schoolroom with dynamite as interfere with the natural direction,
taken for the moment by the self-educating instincts of her children.

In planning a visit to a Casa dei Bambini, you can be sure of only one
thing, not, however, an inconsiderable thing, and that is that all
the children will be happily absorbed in some profitable undertaking.
It never fails. There are no “blue Mondays.” Rain or shine outdoors,
inside the big room there always blows across the heart of the visitor
a fine, tonic breath of free, and hence, never listless life. On days
in winter when the sirocco blows, the debilitating wind from Africa,
which reduces the whole population of Rome to inert and melancholy
passivity, the children in the Casa are perhaps not quite so briskly
energetic as usual in their self-imposed task of teaching and governing
themselves, but they are by far the most briskly energetic Romans in
the city.

It is all so interesting to them, they cannot stop to be bored or
naughty. Just as one of our keen, hungry-minded Yankee school-teachers,
turned loose for the first time in an historic European city, throws
herself with such fervor into the exploration of all its fascinating
and informing sights that she is astonished to hear later that it was
one of the hottest and most trying summers ever known, so these equally
hungry-minded, healthy children fling themselves upon the fascinating
and informing wonders of the world about them with such ardor that they
are always astonished when the long, happy day is done.

The freedom accorded them is absolute, the only rule being that they
must not hurt or annoy others, a rule which, after the first brief
chaos at the beginning, when the school is being organized, is always
respected with religious care by these little citizens; although to
call a Montessori school a “little republic” and the children “little
citizens,” gives much too formal an idea of the free-and-easy, happily
unforced and natural relations of the children with each other. The
phrase Casa dei Bambini is being translated everywhere nowadays by
English-speaking people as “The House of Childhood,” whereas its real
meaning, both linguistic and spiritual, is, “The Children’s Home.”

That is what it is, a real home for _children_, where everything is
arranged for their best interests, where the furniture is the right
size for them, where there are no adult occupations going on to be
interrupted and hindered by the mere presence of the children, where
there are no rules made solely to facilitate life for grown-ups, where
children, without incurring the reproach (expressed or tacit) of
disturbing their elders, can freely and joyously, and if they please,
noisily, develop themselves by action from morning to night. With the
removal by this simple means of most of the occasions for friction
in the life of little children, it is amazing to see how few, how
negligibly few occasions there are for naughtiness. The great question
of discipline which so absorbs us all, solves itself, melts into thin
air, becomes non-existent. Each child gives himself the severest sort
of self-discipline by his interest in his various undertakings. He
learns self-control as a by-product of his healthy absorption in some
fascinating pursuit, or as a result of his instinctive imitation of
older children.

For instance, no adult was obliged to shout commandingly to the
little-girl waitress not to drop her soup-tureen to brush the fly from
her nose. She was so filled with the pride of her responsible position
that she obeyed the same inner impulse towards self-control which
induces adult self-sacrifice. On the other hand, the buttoning boy did
not refrain by a similar, violent effort of his will from snatching the
blocks from the arithmetical children. It simply never occurred to him,
so happily absorbed was he in his own task.

I asked, of course, the question which obsesses every new observer in
a Children’s Home, “But what do you do, with all this fine theory of
absolute freedom, when a child _is_ naughty? Sometimes, even if not
often, you surely must encounter the kicking, screaming, snatching,
hair-pulling ‘bad’ child!” I was told then that the health of such a
child is looked into at once, such perverted violence being almost
certainly the result of deranged physical condition. If nothing
pathological can be discovered, he is treated as a morally sick child,
given a little table by himself, from which he can look on at the
cheerful, ordered play of the schoolroom, allowed any and all toys he
desires, petted, soothed, indulged, pitied, but (of course this is the
vital point) severely let alone by the other children, who are told
that he is “sick” and so cannot play with them until he gets well.
This quiet isolation, with its object-lesson of good-natured play among
the other children, has a hypnotically calming effect, the child’s
“naughtiness” for very lack of food to feed upon, or resistance to blow
its flames, disappears and dies away.

This, I say, was the explanation given me at first, but later, when I
came to know more intimately the little group of Montessori enthusiasts
in Rome, I learned more about the matter. One of my Montessori friends
told me laughingly, “We found that nobody would believe us at all when
we told the simple truth, when we said that we never, literally never,
do encounter that hypothetical, ferociously naughty, small child. They
look at us with such an obvious incredulity that, for the honor of the
system, we had to devise some expedient. So we ransacked our memories
for one or two temporary examples of ‘badness’ which we met at first
before the system was well organized, and remembered how we had dealt
with them. Now, when people ask us what we do when the children begin
to scratch and kick each other, instead of insisting that children as
young as ours, when properly interested, never do these things, we tell
them the old story of our device of years ago.”

I have said that the real translation for Casa dei Bambini is The
Children’s Home, and I feel like insisting upon this rendering, which
gives us so much more idea of the character of the institution. At
least, from now on, in this book, that English phrase will be used from
time to time to designate a Montessori school. It is, for instance,
their very own home not only in the sense that it is a place arranged
specially for their comfort and convenience, but furthermore a place
for which they feel that steadying sense of responsibility which is one
of the greatest moral advantages of a home over a boarding-house, a
moral advantage of home life which children in ordinary circumstances
are rarely allowed to share with their elders. They are boarders
(though gratuitous ones) with their father and mother, and, as a
natural consequence, they have the remote, detached, unsympathetic
aloofness from the problem of running the house which is characteristic
of the race of boarders.

In the Casa dei Bambini this is quite different. Because it is their
home and not a school, the hours are very long, practically all the day
being spent there. The children have the responsibility not only for
their own persons, but for the care of their Home. They arrive early
in the morning and betake themselves at once to the small washstands
with pitchers and bowls of just the size convenient for them to handle.
Here they make as complete a morning toilet as anyone could wish,
washing their faces, necks, hands, and ears (and behind the ears!),
brushing their teeth, making manful efforts to comb their hair,
cleaning their finger-nails with scrupulous care, and helping each
other with fraternal sympathy. It is astonishing (for anyone who had
the illusion that she knew child-nature) to note the contrast between
the vivid purposeful attention they bestow on all these processes when
they are allowed to do them for themselves, and the bored, indifferent
impatience we all know so well when it is our adult hands which are
doing all the work. The big ones (of five and six) help the little
ones, who, eager to be “big ones” in their turn, struggle to learn as
quickly as possible how to do things for themselves.

After the morning toilet of the children is finished, it is the turn of
the schoolroom. The fresh-faced, shining-eyed children scatter about
the big room, with tiny brushes and dust-pans and little brooms. They
attack the corners where dust lurks, they dust off all the furniture
with soft cloths, they water the plants, they pick up any litter which
may have accumulated, they learn the habit of really examining a room
to see if it is in order or not. One natural result of this daily
training in close observation of a room is a much greater care in the
use of it during the day, a result the importance of which can be
certified by any mother who has to “pick up” after a family of small
children.

After the room is fresh and clean, the “order of exercises” is very
flexible, varying according to circumstances, the weather, the
desire of the children. They may perhaps sing a hymn together before
dispersing to their different self-chosen exercises with the apparatus.
Sometimes the teacher gives them some exercises in manners, showing
them how to rise gracefully and quietly from their little chairs, how
to say good-morning; how to give and receive politely some object;
how to carry things safely across the room, etc., etc. Sometimes they
all sit about the teacher and have a talk with her, an exercise in
ordinary well-bred conversation which is sadly needed by our American
children, who are seldom, at least as young as this, trained to express
themselves in any but trivial requests, or, as in the kindergarten,
in repeating stories. The teacher questions the children about the
happenings of their lives, about anything of more general interest
which they may have observed, or on any topic which excites a general
interest which they may have observed. Of course, because she is a
Montessori teacher she does as little of this talking as possible
herself, confining herself to brief remarks which may draw out the
children. Such conversation is of the greatest help to the fluency and
correctness of speech and to an early enriching of the vocabulary, all
important factors in the release of the child from the prison of his
baby limitations. The habit of listening while others talk acquired in
these general morning conversations is also of incalculable value, as
is attested by the proverbial rarity of the good listener even among
adults.

Of course the main business of the day is the use of the apparatus, the
different Montessori exercises, and these soon occupy the attention
of all the children. With intervals of outdoor play in the courtyard
garden, care of the plants there, the morning progresses till the lunch
hour, which has been described. After this, or indeed, whenever they
feel sleepy, the smaller children take their naps, and they do not go
home until five or six o’clock in the afternoon, having back of them
a peaceful, harmonious day, every instant of which has been actively,
happily, and profitably employed, and which has been full from morning
till night of goodwill and comradeship.

From time to time it happens that a new brother or sister is
introduced into this big family, with its régime of perfect freedom
from unnecessary restraint. The behavior of children who are brought
into the school after the beginning of the school-year is naturally
extremely various, since they are allowed then, as always, to express
with perfect liberty their own individualities. Some join at once, of
their own accord, in one or another of the interesting “games” they see
being played by the other children already initiated, and in half an
hour are indistinguishable from the older inhabitants of that little
world, drawing their fingers alternately over sandpaper and smooth wood
to learn the difference between “rough” and “smooth,” or delightedly
matching the different-colored spools of silk. Others, naturally shy
ones, naturally reserved ones, those who have been rendered suspicious
by injudicious home treatment, or those who have naturally slow mental
machines, hold aloof for a time. They are allowed to do this as long as
they please. They are welcomed once smilingly, and then left to their
own devices.

I remember, in the Via Giusti school, seeing for several days in
succession a tiny girl, not more than three, with wide, shy, fawn-eyes,
sitting idle at a little table, in the middle of the morning, with all
her wraps on. When I inquired the meaning of this very unusual sight,
the Directress told me that, apparently, the child had something of
the wild-animal terror of being caught in a trap, and had indicated,
terrified, when her mother, on the first morning, tried to take off
her cap and cloak, that she wished to be free at any moment to make
her escape from these new and untried surroundings. So her wraps
were not removed, she was allowed to sit near the door, which was
kept ajar, and not a look or gesture from the Directress disturbed
the reassuring isolation in which that baby, by slow degrees, found
herself and learned her first lesson of the big world. I think she
sat thus for three whole days, at first starting nervously if anyone
chanced to approach her, with the painful, apprehensive glare of the
constitutionally timid child, but little by little conquering herself.

One day she reached over shyly for a buttoning frame, left on the next
table by a child who had wandered off to other joys. She sat with
this some time, looking about suspiciously to see if some adult were
meditating that condescending swoop of patronizing congratulation
which is so offensive to the self-respecting pride of a naturally
reserved personality. No one noticed her. Still glancing up with
frequent suspicious starts, she began trying to insert the buttons in
the buttonholes, and then, by degrees, lost herself, forgot entirely
the tragic self-consciousness which had embittered her little life,
and with a real “Montessori face,” a countenance of ardent, happy,
self-forgetting interest in overcoming obstacles, she set definitely
to work. After a time, finding that her cape impeded her motions, she
flung it off, taking unconsciously the step into which, three days
before, only superior physical force could have coerced her.

I watched her through the winter with much interest, her reticent,
self-contained nature always marking her off from the other little ones
more or less, and I rejoiced to see that all the natural manifestations
of her differing individuality were religiously respected by the wise
Directress. It was not long before she was trotting freely about the
room choosing her activities with lively delight, and looking on with
friendly, though never very intimate, interest at the doings of the
other children. But it was months before she cared to join at all in
enterprises undertaken in common by the majority of the pupils, the
rollicking file, for instance, which stamped about lustily in time
to the music. She watched them, half-astonished, half-disapproving,
wholly contented with her own permitted aloofness, like a slim little
greyhound watching the light-hearted, heavy-footed antics of a litter
of Newfoundland puppies. At least one person who saw her thanked Heaven
many times that a kind Providence had saved her from well-meaning adult
efforts to make her over according to the Newfoundland pattern. Hers
was a rare individuality, the integrity of which was being preserved
entire for the future leavening of an all-too-uniform civilization. For
although the Montessori school furnishes the best possible practical
training for democracy, inasmuch as every child learns speedily first
the joys of self-dependence and then the self-abnegating pleasure of
serving others, it is also preparing the greatest possible amelioration
of our present-day democracy, by counteracting that bad, but apparently
not inevitable, tendency of democracy to a dead level of uniform
and characterless mediocrity. The Casa dei Bambini proves in actual
practice that even the best interests of the sacred majority do not
demand that powerful and differing individualities be forced into
a common mould, but only guided into the higher forms of their own
natural activities.

This brief digression is an illustration of the way in which every
thoughtful observer in a Montessori school falls from time to time into
a brown study which takes him far afield from the busy babies before
him. No greater tribute to the broadly human and universal foundation
of the system could be presented than this inevitable tendency in
visitors to see in the differing childish activities the unchaining
of great natural forces for good which have been kept locked and
padlocked by our inertia, our short-sightedness, our lack of confidence
in human nature, and our deep-rooted and unfounded prejudice about
childhood, our instinctive, mistaken, harsh conviction that it will be
industrious, law-abiding, and self-controlled only under pressure from
the outside.

It must be admitted that there is one variety of child who is the
mortal terror of Montessori teachers. This is not the violently
insubordinate child, because his violence and insubordination at
home only indicate a strong nature which requires nothing but proper
activities to turn it to powerful and energetic life. No, what reduces
a Montessori teacher to despair is a child like one I saw in a school
for the children of the wealthy, a beautiful, exquisitely attired
little fairy of four, whose lovely, healthful body had been cared for
with the most scientific exactitude by trained nurses, governesses,
and nurse-maids, and the very springs of whose natural initiative and
invention seemed to have been broken by the debilitating ministrations
of all those caretakers. It is significant that the teacher of this
school admitted to me that she found her carefully-reared pupils
generally more listless, more selfish, harder to reach, and harder
to stimulate than poor children; but the least prosperous of us need
not think that because we cannot afford nurse-maids our children will
fare better than those of millionaires, for one too devoted mother can
equal a regiment of servants in crushing out a child’s initiative, his
natural desire for self-dependence, his self-respect, and his natural
instinct for self-education.

The great point of vantage of a Montessori school over an ordinary
school in dealing with these morally starved children of too prosperous
parents, is that it catches them younger, before the pernicious habit
of passive dependence has continued long enough entirely to wreck their
natural instincts. Beside the beautiful child of four with the sapped
and weakened will-power mentioned above, was an equally beautiful,
exquisitely dressed little tot of just three, whose glowing face of
happy energy provided the most welcome contrast to the saddening mental
torpor of the older child, who, though naturally in every way a normal
little girl, stood hopelessly apathetic before all the fascinating
lures to her invention which the Montessori apparatus spread before
her. The little girl of three, without a word from the teacher,
regulated for herself a busy, profitable, happy, purposeful life,
getting out one piece of apparatus after another, “playing” with it
until her fresh interest was gone, putting it away, and falling with
equal ardor upon something else. The older child regarded her with the
curious passive wonder of a Hindu when he sees us Occidentals getting
our fun out of dancing and engaging in various active sports ourselves
instead of reclining upon pillows to watch other people paid thus to
exert themselves. She was given a choice of geometric insets, and
provided with colored pencils and a big sheet of paper, baits which not
even an idiot child can resist, and, sitting uninventive before this
delightful array, remarked with a polite indifference that she was used
to having people draw pictures for her. The poor child had acquired
the habit of having somebody else do even her playing.

In the face of this melancholy sight, I was comforted by the teacher’s
hopeful assurance that the child had made some advance since the
beginning of the school, and showed some signs that intellectual
activity was awakening naturally under the well-nigh irresistible
stimulus of the Montessori apparatus.

One exception to the general truth that the children in a Montessori
school do not take concerted action is in the “lesson of silence.” This
is often mentioned in accounts of the Casa dei Bambini, but it is so
important that it may perhaps be here described again. It originated as
a lesson for one of the senses, hearing, but though it undoubtedly is
an excellent exercise for the ears it has a moral effect which is more
important. It is certainly to visitors one of the most impressive of
all the impressive sights to be seen in the Children’s Home.

One may be moving about between the groups of busy children, or sitting
watching their lively animation or listening to the cheerful hum of
their voices, when one feels a curious change in the atmosphere like
the hush which falls on a forest when the sun suddenly goes behind a
cloud. If it is the first time one has seen this “lesson,” the effect
is startling. A quick glance around shows that the children have
stopped playing as well as talking, and are sitting motionless at their
tables, their eyes on the blackboard where in large letters is written
“Silenzio” (Silence). Even the little ones who cannot read, follow
the example of the older ones, and not only sit motionless, but look
fixedly at the magic word. The Directress is visible now, standing by
the blackboard in an attitude and with an expression of tranquillity
which is as calming to see as the meditative impassivity of a Buddhist
priest. The silence becomes more and more intense. To untrained ears it
seems absolute, but an occasional faint gesture or warning smile from
the Directress shows that a little hand has moved almost but not quite
inaudibly, or a chair has creaked.

At first the children smile in answer, but soon, under the hypnotic
peace of the hush which lasts minute after minute, even this silent
interchange of loving admonition and response ceases. It is now evident
from the children’s trance-like immobility that they no longer need
to make an effort to be motionless. They sit quiet, rapt in a vague,
brooding reverie, their busy brains lulled into repose, their very
souls looking out from their wide, vacant eyes. This expression of
utter peace, which I never before saw on a child’s face except in
sleep, has in it something profoundly touching. In that matter-of-fact,
modern schoolroom, as solemnly as in shadowy cathedral aisles, falls
for an instant a veil of contemplation, between the human soul and the
external realities of the world.

And then a real veil of twilight falls to intensify the effect. The
Directress goes quietly about from window to window, closing the
shutters. In the ensuing twilight, the children bow their heads on
their clasped hands in the attitude of prayer. The Directress steps
through the door into the next room and a slow voice, faint and clear,
comes floating back, calling a child’s name.

“El...e...na!”

A child lifts her head, opens her eyes, rises as silently as a little
spirit, and with a glowing face of exaltation, tiptoes out of the room,
flinging herself joyously into the waiting arms.

The summons comes again, “Vit...to...ri...o!”

A little boy lifts his head from his desk, showing a face of sweet,
sober content at being called, and goes silently across the big room,
taking his place by the side of the Directress. And so it goes until
perhaps fifteen children are clustered happily about the teacher.
Then, as informally and naturally as it began, the “game” is over. The
teacher comes back into the room with her usual quiet, firm step; light
pours in at the windows; the mystic word is erased from the blackboard.
The visitor is astonished to see that only six or seven minutes have
passed since the beginning of this new experience. The children smile
at each other, and begin to play again, perhaps a little more quietly
than before, perhaps more gently, certainly with the shining eyes of
devout believers who have blessedly lost themselves in an instant of
rapt and self-forgetting devotion.

And, in a sense, they too have been to church. This modern scientific
Roman woman-doctor, who probably never heard of William Penn, has
rediscovered the mystic joys of his sect, and has appropriated to her
system one of the most beneficial elements of the Quaker Meeting.

Before seeing this “lesson of silence” one does not realize that there
is a lack in the world of the Casa dei Bambini. After seeing it one
feels instantly that it is an essential element, this brief period of
perfect repose from the mental activity which, though unstimulated, is
practically incessant; this brief excursion away from all the restless,
shifting, rapid things of the world into the region of peace and calm
and immobility. And yet who of us, without seeing this in actual
practice, would ever have dreamed that little children would care for
such an exercise, would submit to it for an instant, much less throw
themselves into it with all the ardor of little Yogis, and emerge from
it sweeter, more obedient, calmed, and gentler as from a tranquilizing
prayer? Sometimes, once in a day is not enough for them, and later
they ask of their own accord to have this experience repeated. Their
pleasure in it is inexpressible. The expression which comes over their
little faces when, in the midst of their busy play, they feel the first
hush fall about them is something never to be forgotten.

It makes one feel a sort of envy of these children who are so much
better understood than we were at their age. And the fact that our own
hearts are somehow calmed and refreshed by this bath of silent peace
makes one wonder if we are not all of us still children enough to
benefit by many of the habits of life taught there, to profit by the
adaptation to our adult existence of some of the principles underlying
this scheme of education for babies.




CHAPTER IV

SOMETHING ABOUT THE APPARATUS AND ABOUT THE THEORY UNDERLYING IT


As I look at the title of this chapter before setting to work on it,
the sight of the word “Theory” makes me apprehensively aware that I
am stepping down into very deep water without any great confidence in
my powers as a swimmer. But I recall again the reflection which has
buoyed me up more than once in the composition of these unscientific
impressions, namely that I am addressing an audience no more scientific
than I am, an audience of ordinary, fairly well educated American
parents. Furthermore I am convinced that my book can do no more
valuable service than if by the tentative incompleteness of its account
it drives every reader to the study of the system in Dr. Montessori’s
own carefully written treatise.

It is always, I believe, essential to an understanding of any
educational system to comprehend first of all the underlying principle
before going on to its adaptation to actual conditions. This adaptation
naturally varies as the actual conditions vary, and should change in
many details if it is to embody faithfully, under differing conditions,
the fundamental principle. But the master idea in every system is
unvarying, eternal, and it should be stated, studied, and grasped,
before any effort is made to learn the details of its practical
application. A statement of this fundamental principle will be found in
different phrasings, several times in the course of this book, because
it is essential not only to learn it once, but to bear it constantly
in mind. _Any attempt to use the Montessori apparatus or system by
anyone who does not fully grasp or is not wholly in sympathy with its
bed-rock idea, results inevitably in a grotesque, tragic caricature of
the method_, such a farcical spectacle as we now see the attempt to
Christianize people by forcible baptism to have been.

The central idea of the Montessori system, on which every smallest
bit of apparatus, every detail of technic rests solidly, is a full
recognition of the fact that no human being can be educated by anyone
else. He must do it himself or it is never done. And this is as true at
the age of three as at the age of thirty; even truer, for the man of
thirty is at least as physically strong as any self-proposed mentor is
apt to be, and can fight for his own right to chew and digest his own
intellectual food.

It can be readily seen how this dominating idea changes completely
the old-established conditions in the schoolroom, turning the high
light from the teacher to the pupil. Since the child can really be
taught nothing by the teacher, since he himself must do every scrap
of his own learning, it is upon the child that our attention centers.
The teacher should be the all-wise observer of his natural activity,
giving him such occasional quick, light-handed guidance as he may for a
moment need, providing for him in the shape of the ingenious Montessori
apparatus stimuli for his intellectual life and materials which enable
him to correct his own mistakes; but, by no means, as has been our
old-time notion, taking his hand in hers and leading him constantly
along a fixed path, which she or her pedagogical superiors have laid
out beforehand, and into which every childish foot must be either
coaxed or coerced.

We have admitted the entire validity of this theory in physical life.
We no longer send our children for their outdoor exercise bidding them
walk along the street, holding to Nurse’s hand like little ladies and
gentlemen. If we can possibly manage it we turn them loose with a
sandpile, a jumping-rope, hoops, balls, bats, and other such stimuli to
their natural instinct for vigorous body-developing exercise. And we
have a “supervisor” in our public playgrounds only to see that children
are rightly started in their use of the different games, not at all to
play every game with them. We do this nowadays because we have learned
that little children are so devoted to those exercises which tend to
increase their bodily strength that they need no urging to engage in
them. The Montessori child, analogously, is allowed and encouraged to
let go the hand of his mental nurse, to walk and run about on his own
feet, and an almost endless variety of stimuli to his natural instinct
for vigorous mind-developing, intellectual exercise is placed within
his reach.

The teacher, under this system, is the scientific, observing supervisor
of this mental “playground” where the children acquire intellectual
vigor, independence, and initiative as spontaneously, joyfully,
and tirelessly as they acquire physical independence and vigor as
a by-product of physical play. We have long realized that children
do not need to be driven by force, or even persuaded, to take the
amount of exercise necessary to develop their growing bodies. Indeed
the difficulty has been to keep them from doing it so continuously
as to interfere with our sedentary adult occupations and tastes. We
have learned that all we need to do is to provide the jumping-rope
and then leave the child alone with other children. The most
passionately inspired pedagogue can never learn to skip rope for a
child, any more than in after years he can ever learn the conjugation
of a single irregular verb for a pupil. The learner must do his own
learning, and, this granted, it follows naturally that the less he
is interfered with by arbitrary restraint and vexatious, unnecessary
rules, the more quickly and easily he will learn. An observation of
the typical, joyfully busy child in a Casa dei Bambini furnishes more
than sufficient proof that he enjoys acquiring mental as well as
physical agility and strength, and asks nothing better than a fair and
unhindered chance at this undertaking.

But even when this deep-laid foundation principle of self-education
has been grasped, all is not plain sailing for the adventurer on the
Montessori ocean. A set of theories relating to such complicated
organisms as human beings, cannot in the nature of things be of
primer-like simplicity. For my own convenience I very soon made two
main divisions of the different branches on which the Montessori
system is developed out of its central main idea. One division, the
practical, is made up of theories based on acute, scientific knowledge
of the child’s body, his muscles, brain, and nerves, such as only a
doctor and a physiological psychologist combined can have. The second
division is made up of theories based on the spiritual nature of man,
as disclosed by the study of history, by unbiased direct observation
of present-day society, and by that divining fervor of enthusiastic
reverence for the element of perfectibility in human nature which has
always characterized founders of new religions.

This chapter is to be devoted to the narration of what a person,
neither a doctor nor a physiological psychologist, was able to
understand of the first division.

I think the first point which struck me especially was the insistence
on the fact that very little children have no greater natural interest
than in learning how to do something with their bodies. We all know
how much more fascinating a place our kitchens seem to be for our
little children than our drawing-rooms. I have heard this inevitable
gravitation towards those back regions of the house accounted for on
the theory the “children seem to like servants better than other
people. There seems to be some sort of natural affinity between a child
and a cook.” One morning spent in the Casa dei Bambini showed me the
true reason. Children like cooks and chamber-maids better than callers
in the parlor, because servants are always doing something imitable;
and they like kitchens and pantries better than drawing-rooms because
the drawing-room is a museum full of objects, interesting it is true,
but inclosed in the padlocked glass-case of the command, “Now, don’t
touch!” while the kitchen is a veritable treasure-house of Montessori
apparatus.

The three-year-old child who, eluding pursuit from the front of
the house, sits down on the kitchen floor with a collection of
cookie-cutters of different shapes in his lap, and amuses himself
by running his fingers around their edges, is engaged in a true
“stereognostic exercise” as it is alarmingly dubbed in scientific
nomenclature. If there is a closet of pots and pans, and he has
time before he is dragged off to clean clothes and the vacuity of
adult-invented toys, to fit the right covers to the pots and see
which pan goes inside which, he has gone through a “sensory exercise
for developing his sense of dimension.” If he is struck by the fact
that the package of oatmeal, although so large, weighs less than the
smaller bag of salt, he has been initiated into a “baric exercise”;
while if there are some needles of ice left on the floor by a careless
iceman, with these and a permitted dabbling in warm dishwater, he
unconsciously invents for himself a “thermic exercise.” If the cook is
indulgent or too busy to notice, there may be added to these interests
the creative rapture to be evolved from a lump of dough, or a fumbling
attempt to fathom the mysterious inwardness of a Dover egg-beater.

I have heard it said of the Montessori method that a system of
education accomplished with such simple everyday means could scarcely
claim that it is either anything new or the discovery of any one
person. It seems to me that is about like denying any novelty to
the discovery that pure air will cure consumption. The pure air has
always been there, consumptives have had nothing to do but to breathe
it to get well, but the doctors who first drove that fact into our
impervious heads deserve some credit and can certainly claim that they
were innovators with their descent upon the stuffy sickrooms and their
command to open the windows.

Children from time immemorial have always done their best, struggling
bravely against the tyranny of adult good intentions, to educate
themselves by training their senses in all sorts of sense exercise.
They have always been (generations of exasperated mothers can bear
witness to it!) “possessed” to touch and handle all objects about
them. What Dr. Montessori has done is to appear suddenly, like the
window-breaking doctors, and to cry to us, “Let them do it!” Or rather,
to suggest something better for them to touch and handle since it
is neither necessary nor desirable that one’s three-year-old should
perfect his sense of form either on one’s cherished Sèvres vase or on a
more or less greasy cooking utensil. Nor has he that perverse fondness
for the grease of the kettle, or that wicked joy in the destruction of
valuable bric-à-brac which our muddle-headed observation has led us to
attribute to him. Those are merely fortuitous, and for him negligible,
accompaniments to the process of learning how to distinguish accurately
different forms. Dr. Montessori assures us, and proves her assertion,
that his sole interest is in the varying shapes of the utensils he
handles, and that if he is given cleaner, lighter articles with more
interesting shapes, he requires no urging to turn to them from his
greasy and heavy pots and pans.

Bearing in mind, therefore, the humble and familiar relatives of the
Montessori apparatus to be found in our own kitchens and dining-rooms,
let us look at it a little more in detail.

The buttoning-frames have been described (page 13). One’s invention
can vary them nearly to infinity. In the Casa dei Bambini there are
these frames arranged for buttons and buttonholes, for hooks and eyes,
for lacings, patent snap-fasteners, ribbon-ends to tie, etc., etc.
The aim of this exercise is so apparent that it is scarcely necessary
to mention it, except for the constant temptation of a child-lover
before the Montessori apparatus to see in it only the most enchanting
diversion for a child, which amuses him, though so simply, far more
than the most elaborate of mechanical toys. But, and here is where our
wool-gathering wits must learn a lesson from purposeful forethought: we
should never forget that _there is no smallest item in the Montessori
training which is intended merely to amuse the child_. He is given
these buttoning-frames not because they fascinate him and keep him out
of mischief, but because they help him to learn to handle, more rapidly
than he otherwise would, the various devices by which his clothes and
shoes are held together, on his little body. As for the profound and
vitally important reason why he should be taught and allowed as soon as
possible to dress himself, that will be treated in the discussion of
the philosophical side of this baby-training (page 129 ff.).

It is apparent, of course, that the blindfolded child who was
identifying the pieces of different fabrics was training his sense
of touch. The sight of this exercise reminds the average person with
a start of surprise that he too was born with a sense of touch which
might have been cultivated if anyone had thought of it; for most of
us, by the enormity of our neglect of our five senses, reduce them,
for all practical purposes to two, sight and hearing, and distrust
any information which comes to us by other means. Our complacency
under this self-imposed deprivation is astonishing. It is as if a man
should wear a patch over one eye because he is able to see with one
and thinks it not worth while to use two. Now, it is apparent that
our five senses are our only means of conveying information to our
brains about the external world which surrounds us, and it is equally
apparent that to act wisely and surely in the world, the brain has need
of the fullest and most accurate information possible. Hence it is a
foregone conclusion, once we think of it at all, that the education of
all the senses of a child to rapidity, agility, and exactitude is of
great importance, not at all for the sake of the information acquired
at the time by the child, but for the sake of the five, finely accurate
instruments which this education puts under his control. The child
who was identifying the different fabrics was blindfolded to help him
concentrate his sense of touch on the problem and not aid this sense or
mislead it, as we often do, with his sight.

[Illustration: EXERCISES IN PRACTICAL LIFE.]

[Illustration: BUILDING “THE TOWER.”
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

It may be well here to set down a few facts about the relative
positions of the senses of touch and of sight, facts which are not
known to many of us, and the importance of which is not realized by
many who happen to know them. Everyone knows, to begin with, that
a new-born baby’s eyes, while physically perfect, are practically
useless, and that the ability to see with them accurately comes very
gradually. It seems that it comes much more gradually than the people
usually in charge of little children have ever known, and that, roughly
speaking, up to the age of six, children need to have their vision
reinforced by touch if, without great mental fatigue, they are to get
an accurate conception of the objects about them.

It appears furthermore that, as if in compensation for this slow
development of vision, the sense of touch is extraordinarily developed
in young children. In short, that the natural way for little ones to
learn about things is to touch them. Dr. Montessori found that the
finger-tips of little children are extremely sensitive, and she claims
that there is no necessity, granted proper training, why this valuable
faculty, only retained by most adults in the event of blindness, should
be lost so completely in later life.

Now it is plain to be seen that we adults, with our fixed habit of
learning about things from looking at them, have, in neglecting
this means of approach to the child-brain, been losing a golden
opportunity. If children learn more quickly and with less fatigue
through their fingers than through their eyes, why not take advantage
of this peculiarity--a peculiarity which extends even more vividly
to child-memory, for it is established beyond question that a little
child can remember the “feel” of a given object much more accurately
and quickly than the look of it. It is easy to understand, once this
explanation is given, the great stress that is laid, in Montessori
training, on the different exercises for developing and utilizing the
sense of touch.

One of the first things a child just admitted to a Casa dei Bambini is
taught is to keep his hands scrupulously clean, because we can “touch
things better” with clean finger-tips than with dirty ones. And, of
course, he is allowed to take the responsibility of keeping his own
hands clean, and encouraged to do it by the presence of the little
dainty washstands, just the right height for him, supplied with bowl,
pitcher, etc., just the right size for him to handle. The joy of the
children in these simple little washstands, and their deft, delighted,
frequent use of them is a reproach to us for not furnishing such an
easily secured amelioration in the life of every one of our babies.

The education of the sense of touch, like all the Montessori exercises
for the senses, begins with a few simple and strongly contrasting
sensations and proceeds little by little, to many only very slightly
differing sensations, following the growth of the child’s ability to
differentiate. The child with clean finger-tips begins, therefore, with
the first broad distinction between rough and smooth. He is taught to
pass his finger-tips lightly, first over a piece of sandpaper, and then
over a piece of smoothly polished wood, or glossy enameled paper, and
is told briefly, literally in two words, the two names of those two
abstract qualities.

Here, in passing, with the first mention of this sort of exercise, it
should be stated that the children are taught to make these movements
of the hand and all others like them _always_ from left to right, so
that a muscular habit will be established which will aid them greatly
later when they come to “feel” their letters, which are, of course,
always written from left to right.

The children are encouraged to keep their eyes closed while they are
“touching” things, because they can concentrate their attention in
this way. And here another general observation should be made: that in
the Montessori language “touching” does not mean the brief haphazard
contact of hand with object which we usually mean, but a systematic
examination of an object by the finger-tips such as a blind person
might make.

After the first broad distinction is learned between rough and
smooth, there are then to be conquered all the intervening shades and
refinements of those qualities. The children take the greatest delight
in these exercises and almost at once begin to invent new ones for
themselves, “feeling” whatever materials are near them and giving
them their proper names, or asking what their names are. It is as if
their little minds were suddenly opened, as our dully perceptive adult
minds seldom are, to the infinite variety of surfaces in the world.
They notice the materials of their own dresses, the stuffs used in
upholstering furniture, curtains, dress fabrics, wood, smooth and
rough, steel, glass, etc., etc., with exquisitely fairy-light strokes
of their sensitive little finger-tips, which seem almost visibly to
grow more discriminating.

The “technical apparatus” for continuing this training is varied, but
always simple. A collection of slips of sandpaper of varying roughness
to be placed in order from fine to coarse by the child (blindfolded
or not, as he seems to prefer); other collections of bits of fabrics
of all sorts to be identified by touch only; of slips of cardboard,
enameled or rough; blotting-paper, writing-paper, newspaper, etc.,
etc.; of objects of different shapes, cubes, pyramids, balls,
cylinders, etc., for the blindfolded child to identify; later on of
very small objects like seeds of different shapes or sizes; finally, of
any objects which the child knows by sight, his playthings, articles
around the house, to be recognized by his touch only.

There is one result on the child’s character of this sort of exercise
which Dr. Montessori does not specifically mention but which has struck
me forcibly in practical experimentation with it. I have found that
little hands and fingers trained by these fascinating “games” to light,
attentive, discriminating, and unhurried handling of objects, lose very
quickly that instinctive childish, violent but very uncertain clutch
at things, which has been for so many generations the cause of so much
devastation in the nursery. Little tots of four, trained in this way,
can be trusted with glassware and other breakable objects, which would
go down to certain destruction in the fitfully governed hands of the
average undisciplined child of twelve. In other words the child of four
has fitted himself by means of a highly enjoyable process to be, in one
more respect, an independent, self-respecting, trustworthy citizen of
his world.

Of course all these different exercises are much more entertaining
when, like other fun-producing “games,” they are “played” with a crowd
of other children. When one child of a group is blindfolded, and as our
American children say “It,” while the others sit about, watching his
identification of more and more difficult objects, ready, all of them,
for a shout of applause at a success, or at a failure for an instant
laughing pounce on the coveted blindfold and application of it to the
child next in order, of course there is much more jolly laughter, the
interest is keener, and the attention more concentrated by the contact
with other wits, than can be the case with a single child, even with an
audience of the most sympathetic mother or aunt. There is absolutely
no adequate substitute for the beneficial action and reaction of
children upon one another such as form such a considerable part of the
Montessori training in a Casa dei Bambini. On the other hand, those of
us who live, as we almost all do, far from any variety of a Montessori
school, can, with the exercise of our ingenuity and mother-wit, arrange
a great number of more or less adequate temporary expedients. A large
number of the Montessori devices, if they were not called “sensory
exercises,” would be recognized as merely fascinating new games for
children. What is blind-man’s buff but a “sensory exercise for training
the ear,” since what the person who is “It” does is to try to catch
the slight movements made by the other players accurately enough to
pursue and capture them? Children have another game called, for some
mysterious reason of childhood, “Still pond, no more moving!” a
variety of blind-man’s buff, which trains still more finely the sense
of hearing, since the players are required to stand perfectly still,
and the one who is “It” must detect their presence by such almost
imperceptible sounds as their breathing, or the rustling caused by an
involuntary movement. If Montessori herself had invented this game, it
could not be more perfectly devised for bodily control. Children who
wriggle about in ordinary circumstances without the slightest capacity
to control their bodies, even in response to the sternest adult
commands for quiet, will stand in some strained position without moving
a finger, their concentration so intense that even their breathing is
light and inaudible. We must all have seen children happily playing
such games; many of us have spent hours and hours of our childhood
over them; Froebel used them and others like them plentifully in his
system; there are all sorts of more or less hit-or-miss imitations of
them being constructed by modern child-tamers; but no one before this
Italian woman-doctor ever analyzed them so that we plain unprofessional
people could fully grasp their fascination for us; ever told us that
children like them because they afford an opportunity to practise
self-control, and that similar games based on the same idea that it is
“fun” to exercise one’s different senses in company or in competition
with one’s youthful contemporaries, would be just as entertaining as
these self-invented games, handed down for untold generations from
one set of children to another. All the varieties of blindfold sensory
exercises are variations on the theme of blind-man’s buff, which is
so perennially interesting to all children. Any small group of young
children, two or three little neighbors come in to play, will with a
little guidance at first readily “play” any of the “tactile exercises”
described above (pages 60, 61) for hours on end, instead of wrangling
about the rocking-horse--a toy invented for solitary or semi-solitary
consumption. Any group of children, collected anywhere for ever so
short a time, can be converted into a half-hour’s Montessori school,
though as a rule the younger they are the better material they are,
since they have not fallen into bad mental habits.

The various exercises or “games” for exercising the sense of touch,
although not described here in all the detail of their elaboration in
the Casa dei Bambini, can be elaborated from these suggestions as one’s
own, or what is more likely, the children’s inventiveness may make
possible.

The definite education of taste and smell has not been very much
developed by Dr. Montessori, although simple exercises have been
successfully devised, such as dropping on the tongue tiny particles
of substances, sweet, sour, salt, bitter, etc., having the child
rinse his mouth out carefully between each test. Similar exercises
with different-smelling substances can be undertaken with blindfolded
children, asking them to guess what they are smelling. Dr. Montessori
lays no great stress on this, however, as the sense of smell with
children is not highly developed.

Practice in judging weight is given by the use of pieces of wood of
the same size but of different weights, chestnut contrasted with oak,
poplar-wood with maple, etc., etc., the child learning by slightly
lifting them up and down on the palm of his hand. Later on this
can be varied by the use of any objects of about the same size but
of different weights, and later still by single objects of weights
disproportionate to their size, such as a bit of lead or a small pillow.

The difference between these carefully devised exercises and the
haphazard, almost unconscious comparison by the child in the kitchen
of the bag of salt and the box of oatmeal, is a very good example of
the way in which Dr. Montessori has systematized and ordered, graded
and arranged the exercises which every child instinctively craves. The
average mother, with leisure to devote to her much-loved child, calls
him away from the pantry-shelf where he may upset the oatmeal box or
spill the salt, thus “getting into mischief,” and leads him, with
mistaken affection, back to his toy animals. The luckier child of a
poorer, busier, or more indifferent mother is allowed to “mess around”
in the kitchen until he makes himself too intolerable a nuisance. He
goes through in this way many valuable sense exercises, but he wastes a
great deal of his time in misdirected and futile effort, and does, as
a matter of fact, make a great deal of trouble for his elders which
is not at all a necessary accompaniment to his own life, liberty, or
pursuit of information.

Dr. Montessori has neither led the child away from his instinctively
chosen occupations, nor left him in the state of anarchic chaos
resulting from his natural inability to choose, among the bewildering
variety of objects in the world, those which are best suited for his
self-development. She has, so to speak, taken out into the kitchen,
beside the child, busy with his self-chosen amusements, her highly
trained brain, stored with pertinent scientific information, and she
has looked at him long and hard. As a result she is able to show us,
what our own blurred observation never would have distinguished,
just which elements, in the heterogeneous mass of his naturally
preferred toys, are the elements towards which the tendrils of his
rapidly-growing intellectual and muscular organism are reaching.




CHAPTER V

DESCRIPTION OF THE REST OF THE APPARATUS AND THE METHOD FOR WRITING
  AND READING


The carefully graded advance, from the simpler to the harder exercises,
which is so essential a part of the correct use of the Montessori, as
of all other educational apparatus, seems to most mothers contemplating
the use of the system, a very difficult feature. “How am I to know?”
they ask. “Which exercise is the best one to offer a child to begin
with, how can I tell when he has sufficiently mastered that so that
another is needed, and how shall I select the right one to go on with?”

Perhaps the first answer to make to these questions is the one which
so often successfully solves Montessori problems: “Have a little more
trust in your child’s natural instincts. Don’t think that a single
mistake on your part will be fatal. It will not hurt him if you happen
to suggest the wrong thing, if you do not insist on it, for, left
freely to himself, he will not pay the least attention to anything
that is not suitable for him. Give him opportunity for perfectly free
action, and then _watch him carefully_.”

If he shows a lively spontaneous interest in a Montessori problem, and
devotes himself to solving it, you may be sure that you have hit upon
something which suits his degree of development. If he goes through
with it rather easily and, perhaps, listlessly, and needs your reminder
to keep his attention on it, in all probability it is too easy; he has
outgrown it, he no longer cares to occupy himself with it, just as you
no longer care to jump rope, though that may have been a passion with
you at the age of eight.

If, on the other hand, he seems distressed at the difficulties before
him, and calls repeatedly for help and explanation, one of three
conditions is present. Either the exercise is too hard for him, or he
has acquired already the bad habit of dependence on others, in both
of which cases he needs an easier exercise; or, lastly, he has simply
had enough formal “sensory exercises” for a while. It is the most
mistaken notion about the Montessori Children’s Home to conceive that
the children are occupied from morning till night over the apparatus of
her formal instruction. They use it exactly as long, or as often, or as
seldom, as they please, just as a child in an ordinary nursery uses his
ordinary toys. It must be kept constantly in mind that the wonderful
successes attained by the Montessori schools in Rome cannot be repeated
by the mere repetition of sensory exercises, thrust spasmodically into
the midst of another system, or lack of system, in child-training. The
Italian children of five or six, who have had two or three years of
Montessori discipline, and who are such marvels of sweet, reasonable
self-control, who govern their own lives so sanely, who have
accomplished such astonishing feats in reading and writing, are the
results of many other factors besides buttoning-frames and geometric
insets, important as these are.

[Illustration: BUTTONING-FRAMES TO DEVELOP CO-ORDINATED MOVEMENTS OF
THE FINGERS AND PREPARE THE CHILDREN FOR EXERCISES OF PRACTICAL LIFE.

                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

Perhaps the most vital of these other factors is the sense of
responsibility, genuine responsibility, not the make-believe kind, with
which we are too often apt to put off our children when they first show
their touchingly generous impulse to share some of the burdens of our
lives. For instance, to take a rather extreme instance, but one which
we must all have seen, a child in an ordinary home is allowed to pick
up a bit of waste-paper on the floor, after having had his attention
called to it, and is told to throw it in the waste-paper basket. This
action of mechanical obedience, suitable only for a child under two
years of age, is then praised insincerely to the child’s face as an
instance of “how _much_ help he is to Mother!”

The Montessori child is trained, through his feeling of responsibility
for the neatness and order of his schoolroom, to notice litter on
the floor, just as any housekeeper does, without needing to have her
attention called to it. It is her floor and her business to keep it
clean. And this feeling of responsibility is fostered and allowed every
opportunity to grow strong, by the sincere conviction of the Montessori
teacher that it is more important for the child to feel it, than for
the floor to be cleaned with adult speed. As a result of this long
patience on the part of the Directress, a child who has been under her
care for a couple of years, will (to go on with our chosen instance)
pick up litter from the floor and dispose of it, as automatically as
the mistress of the house herself, and with as little need for the goad
either of upbraiding for neglect, or praise incommensurate with the
trivial service. This is an attitude in marked contrast to that of many
of our daughters who often attain high-school age without acquiring
this feeling, apparently perfectly possible to inculcate if the process
is begun early enough, of loyal solidarity with the interests of the
household.

With this caution that a Montessori life for a little child does not in
the least mean his incessant occupation with formal sensory exercises,
let us again take up the description and use of the apparatus.

The first thing which is given a child is usually either one of the
buttoning-frames (shown in the illustration facing page 68), or what
are called the “solid geometric insets.” This latter game with the
formidable name is illustrated opposite this page, where it is seen to
resemble the set of weights kept beside their scales by old-fashioned
druggists. No other Montessori exercise is more universally popular
with the littlest ones who enter the Children’s Home, and few others
hold their attention so long. This combines training for both sight and
touch, since, as an aid to his vision, the child is taught to run his
finger-tips around the cylinder which he is trying to fit in, and then
around the edges of the holes. His finger-tips recognize the similarity
of size before his eyes do. This piece of apparatus is, of course,
entirely self-corrective, and needs no supervision. When it becomes
easy for a child quickly to get all the cylinders into the right holes,
he has probably had enough of this exercise, although his interest in
it may recur from time to time, during many weeks.

[Illustration: SOLID GEOMETRICAL INSETS.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

One of the exercises which it is usual to offer him next is the
construction of the Tower. This game could be played (and often is)
with the nest of hollow blocks which nearly every child owns, and it
consists of building a pyramid with them, the biggest at the bottom,
the next smaller on this, and so on to the apex made by the tiniest
one. This is to learn the difference between big and small; and as the
child progresses in exactitude of vision, the game can be varied by
piling the blocks in confusion at one side of the room and constructing
the pyramid, a piece at a time, at some distance away. This means that
when the child leaves his pyramid to go and get the block needed next,
he must “carry the size in his eye” as the phrase runs, and pick out
the block next smaller by an effort of his visual memory.

The difference between long and short is taught by means of ten squared
rods of equal thickness, but regularly varying length, the shortest one
being just one-tenth as long as the longest. The so-called Long Stair
(illustration facing page 74) is constructed by the child with these.
This is perhaps the most difficult game among those by which dimensions
are taught, and a good many mistakes are to be anticipated. The
material is again quite self-corrective, however, and little by little,
with occasional silent or brief reminders from the adult onlooker, the
child learns first to correct his own mistakes, and then not to make
them. Thickness and thinness are studied with ten solids, brick-like
in shape, all of the same length, but of regularly varying thickness,
the thinnest one being one-tenth as thick as the biggest one. With
these the child constructs the Big Stair (illustration facing page
74). Later on (considerably later), when the child begins to learn his
numbers, these “stairs” are used to help him. The large numbers cut out
of sandpaper and pasted on smooth cardboard, are placed by the child
beside the right number of red and blue sections on each rod of the
Long Stair.

After the construction of the Long and Big Stair the child is usually
ready for the exercises with different fabrics to develop his sense
of touch, and for the first beginning of the exercises leading to
writing; especially the strips of sandpaper pasted upon smooth wood
used to teach the difference between rough and smooth. At the same time
with these exercises, begin the first ones with color which consist of
simply matching spools of identical color, two by two.

When these simple exercises of the tactile sense have been mastered,
the child is allowed to attempt the more difficult undertaking of
recognizing all the minute gradations between smooth and rough,
between dark blue and light blue, etc., etc.

The training of the eye to discriminate between minute differences in
shades, is carried on steadily in a series of exercises which result
in an accuracy of vision in this regard which puts most of us adults
to shame. These color-games are played with silk wound around flat
cards, like those on which we often buy our darning-cotton. There are
eight main colors, and under each color eight shades, ranging from dark
to light. The number of games which can be played with these is only
limited by the ingenuity of the Directress or mother, and, although
most of them are played more easily with a number of children together,
many are quite available for the solitary “only child at home.” He
can amuse himself by arranging his sixty-four bobbins in the correct
order of their colors, or he can later, as in the pyramid-making game,
pile them all on one side of the room, and make his graduated line at
a distance, “holding the color” in his mind as he crosses the room, a
feat which almost no untrained adult can accomplish; although it is
surprising what results can be obtained any time in life by conscious,
definite effort to train one of the senses. There is nothing miraculous
in the results obtained in the Casa dei Bambini. They are the simple,
natural consequence of definite, direct _training_, which is so seldom
given. The remarkable improvement in general acuteness of his vision
after training his eyes to follow the flight of bees, has been
picturesquely and vigorously recorded by John Burroughs; and all of us
know how many more chestnuts we can see and pick up in a given time,
after a few hours’ concentration on this exercise, than when we first
began to look for them in the grass.

The color-games played by a number of children together with the
different-colored spools are various, but resemble more or less the
old-fashioned game of authors. One of them is played thus. Eight
children choose each the name of a color. Then the sixty-four spools
are poured out in confusion on the table around which the children
sit. One of them (the eldest or one chosen by lot) begins to deal out
to the others in turn. That is, the one on his right asking for red,
the dealer must quickly choose a spool of the right color and hand it
to his neighbor. Then the child beyond asks for blue, and so it goes
until the dealer makes a mistake. When he does, the deal goes to the
child next him. After every child has before him in a mixed pile the
eight shades of his chosen color, they all set to work as fast as
they can to see who can soonest arrange them in the right chromatic
order. The child who does this first has “won” the game, and is the one
who deals first in the next game. Children of about the same age and
ability repeat this game with the monotonously eternal vivid interest
which characterizes an old-established quartet of whist-players, and
they attain, by means of it and similar games with the color spools, a
control of their eyes which is a marvel and which must forever add
to the accuracy of their impressions about the world. When a generation
of children trained in this manner has grown up, landscape painters
will no longer be able to complain, as they do now, that they are
working for a purblind public.

[Illustration: THE BROAD STAIR.]

[Illustration: THE LONG STAIR.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

We are now approaching at last the extremely important and hitherto
undescribed “geometric insets,” whose mysterious name has piqued the
curiosity of more than one casual and hasty reader of accounts of the
Montessori system. A look at the pictures of these shows them to be as
simple as all the rest of Dr. Montessori’s expedients. Anyone who was
ever touched by the picture-puzzle craze, or who in his childhood felt
the fascination of dissected maps, needs no explanation of the pleasure
taken by little children of four and five in fitting these queer-shaped
bits of wood into their corresponding sockets, the square piece into
the square socket, the triangle into the three-cornered hole, the
four-leafed clover shape into the four-lobed recess. There can be no
better description of the way in which a child is initiated into the
use of this piece of apparatus than the one written by Miss Tozier for
_McClure’s Magazine_:

“A small boy of the mature age of four, who has been sitting plunged
either in sleep or meditation, now starts up from his chair and wanders
across to his directress for advice. He wants something to amuse him.
She takes him to the cupboard, throws in a timely suggestion, and he
strolls back to his table with a smile. He has chosen half a dozen
or more thin, square tablets of wood and a strip of navy-blue cloth.
He begins by spreading down the cloth, then he puts his blocks on
it in two rows. They are of highly-varnished wood, light blue, with
geometrical figures of navy-blue in the centre; there is a triangle, a
circle, a rectangle, an oval, a square, an octagon. The teacher, who
has followed him, stands on the other side of the table. She runs two
of her fingers round one of the edges of the triangle. ‘Touch it so,’
she says. He promptly and delightedly imitates her. She then pulls all
the figures out of their light-blue frames by means of a brass button
in each, mixes them up on the table; and tells him to call her when
he has them all in place again. The dark-blue cloth shows through the
empty frame, so that it appears as if the figures had only sank down
half an inch. While he continues to stare at this array, off goes the
teacher.

“‘Is she not going to show him how to begin?’

“‘An axiom of our practical pedagogy is to aid the child only to be
independent,’ answers Dr. Montessori. ‘He does not wish help.’

“Nor does he seem to be troubled. He stares a while at his array of
blocks; yet his eye does not grow quite sure, for he carefully selects
an oval from the mixed-up pile and tries to put it in the circle. It
won’t go. Then, quick as a flash, as if subconsciously rather than
designedly, he runs his little forefinger around the rim of the figure
and then round the edge of the empty space left in the light-blue
frames of both the oval and the circle. He discovers his mistake at
once, puts the figure into its place, and leans back a moment in his
chair to enjoy his own cleverness before beginning with another. He
finally gets them all into their proper frames, and instantly pulls
them out again, to do it quicker and better next time.

“These blocks with the geometric insets are among the most valuable
stimuli in the Casa dei Bambini. The vision and the touch become,
by their use, accustomed to a great variety of shapes. It will be
noted, too, that the child apprehends the forms synthetically, as
given entities, and is not taught to recognize them by aid of even the
simplest geometrical analysis. This is a point on which Dr. Montessori
lays particular stress.”

Now it is to be borne in mind that although, for the children, this is
only a “game,” as fascinating to them as the picture-puzzle is to their
elders, their far-seeing teacher is utilizing it, far cry though it may
seem, to begin to teach them to write. And here I realize that I have
at last written a phrase for which my bewildered reader has probably
been waiting in an astonished impatience. For of all the profound,
searching, regenerating effects of the Montessori system, none seems
to have made an impression on the public like the fact, almost a
by-product of the method, that Montessori children learn to write and
read more easily than others. I have heard Dr. Montessori exclaim in
wonder many times over the popular insistence on that interesting
and important, but by no means central, detail of her work; as though
reading and writing were our only functions in life, as though we could
get information and education only from the printed page, a prop which
is already, in the opinion of many wise people, too largely used in our
modern world as a substitute for first-hand, individual observation.

It cannot be denied, however, that the way Montessori children learn
to write is very spectacular. The theory underlying it is far too
complicated to describe in complete detail in a book of this sort, but
for the benefit of the person who desires to run and read at the same
time, I will set down a short-cut, unscientific explanation.

The inaccuracy and relative weakness of a little child’s eyesight,
compared to his sense of touch, has been already mentioned (page 57).
This simple element in child physiology must be borne constantly in
mind as one of the determining factors in the Montessori method of
teaching writing. The child who is “playing” with the geometric insets
soon learns, as we have seen from Miss Tozier’s description, that he
can find the shallow recess which is the right shape for the piece of
wood which he holds in his hand if he will run the fingers of his other
hand around the edge of his piece of wood and then around the different
recesses.

[Illustration: INSETS WHICH THE CHILD LEARNS TO PLACE BOTH BY SIGHT AND
BY TOUCH.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

It is hard for an ordinary adult really to conceive of the importance
of this movement for a little child. Indeed, so fixed is our usual
preference for vision as a means of gaining information, that it gives
one a very queer feeling to watch a child, with his eyes wide open,
apparently looking intently at the board with its different-shaped
recesses, but unable to find the one matching the inset he holds, until
he has gone through that eerie, blind-man’s motion with his finger-tips.

Now that motion, very frequently repeated, not only tells him where
to fit in his inset, but, like all frequently repeated actions, wears
a channel in his brain which tends, whenever he begins the action,
to make him complete it in the way he always has done it. It can be
seen that, if, instead of a triangle or a square, the child is given a
letter of the alphabet and shown how to follow its outlines with his
fingers in the direction in which they move when the letter is written,
the brain channel and muscular habit resulting are of the utmost
importance.

But before he can make any use of this, he needs to learn another
muscular habit, quite distinct from (although always associated with)
the mastery of the letters of the alphabet, namely, the mastery of
the pencil. The exceeding awkwardness naturally felt by the child in
holding this new implement for the first time, has nothing to do with
his recognition of A or B, although it adds another great difficulty
to his reproducing those letters. He must learn how to manage his
pencil before he engages upon the much more complicated undertaking
of constructing with it certain fixed symbols, just as he must learn
how to walk before he can be sent on an errand. The old-fashioned way
(still generally in use in Italy, and not wholly abandoned in all
parts of our own country) was to force the child to fill innumerable
copy-books with monotonous straight lines or “pot-hooks,” a weariness
of the spirit and a thorn in the flesh which any one who has suffered
from it can describe feelingly. One way adopted by modern educators to
avoid this dreary exercise is by frankly running away from the issue
and postponing teaching children to write until a much more mature
age than formerly, in the hope that general exercises in free-hand
drawing will sufficiently supplement the general strengthening and
steadying of the muscles which come with more mature development. It
is an inaccurate but, perhaps, suggestive comparison to say that this
is a little as though young children should not be taught how to walk
because it is so hard for them to keep their balance, but made to wait
until all their bones are mature.

Dr. Montessori has solved the difficulty by another use of the
geometric insets. This time it is the hole left by the removal of one
of the insets which is used. Suppose, for instance, that one chooses
the triangular inset. It is set down on a piece of paper and the
triangle is lifted out, leaving the paper showing through. The child
is provided with colored crayons and shown how to trace around the
outline of the triangular-shaped piece of paper. The fact that the
metal frame stands up a little from the paper prevents his at first
wildly unsteady pencil from going outside the triangle. When he has
traced around the outline[A] with his blue crayon, he lifts the frame
up and there is the most beautiful blue triangle, all the work of his
own hands! He usually gazes at this in delighted surprise, and then it
is suggested to him to fill in this outline with strokes of his pencil.
He is allowed to make these as he chooses, only being cautioned not to
pass outside the line. At first the crayon goes “every which way,” and
the “drawings” are hardly recognizable because the outline has been
so overrun at every point; but gradually the child’s muscular control
is improved and finally carried to a very high degree of perfection.
Regular, even parallel lines begin to appear and the final result is as
even as a Japanese color-wash. It is evident that in the course of this
work he makes of his own accord, with the utmost interest animating
each stroke, as many lines as would fill hours and hours of enforced
drudgery over copy-books. When, after much practice, the muscles have
learned almost automatically to control fingers holding a pencil, that
particular muscular habit is sufficiently well-learned for the child to
begin on another enterprise.

Now of course, though it is most interesting to color triangles and
circles, a child does not spend all his day at it. Among other things
which occupy and amuse him at this time is getting acquainted with
the look and feel of the letters of the alphabet. The children are
presented, one at a time, sometimes only one a day, with large script
letters, made of black sandpaper pasted on smooth white cards, and are
taught how to draw their fingers over the letter in the direction taken
when it is written. At the same time the teacher repeats slowly and
distinctly the sound of the letter, making sure that the child takes
this in.

After this, the little Italian child, happy in the possession
of a phonetically spelled language, has an easier time than our
English-speaking children, who begin then and there their lifelong
struggle with the insanities of English spelling. But this is a
struggle to which they must come under any system, and much less
formidable under this than it has ever been before. For the next step
is, of course, to put these letters together into simple words. There
is no need to wait until a child has toiled all through the alphabet
before beginning this much more interesting process. As soon as he
knows two letters he can spell Mamma. There is no question as yet of
his constructing the letters with his own hands. He simply takes them
from their separate compartments and lays them on the floor or table in
the right order. In handling them throughout all of these exercises the
children are encouraged constantly to make that blind-man’s motion of
tracing around the letter. The rough sandpaper apparently shouts out
information to the little finger-tips highly sensitized by the tactile
exercises, for the child nearly always corrects himself more surely
by touching than by looking at his sandpaper alphabet. Of course, the
strongest of muscular habits is being formed as he does this.

A pleasant variation on this routine is a test of the child’s new
knowledge. The teacher asks him to give her B, give her D, P, M, etc.
The letters are kept in little pasteboard compartments, a compartment
for all the B’s, another for all the D’s, and so on. The child, in
answer to the teacher’s request, looks over these compartments and
picks out from all the others the letter she has asked for. This, of
course, seems only like a game to him, a variation on hide-and-seek.

All these processes go on day after day, side by side, all invisibly
converging towards one end. The practice with the crayons, the
recognition of the letters by eye and touch, the revelation as to the
formation of words with the movable alphabet, are so many roads leading
to the painless acquisition of the art of writing. They draw nearer
and nearer together, and then, one day, quite suddenly, the famous
“Montessori explosion into writing” occurs. The teacher of experience
can tell when this explosion is imminent. First the parallel lines
which the child makes to fill and color the geometric figures become
singularly regular and even; second, his acquaintance with the alphabet
becomes so thorough that he recognizes the letters by sense of touch
only, and, third, he increases in facility for composing words with the
movable alphabet. The burst into spontaneous writing usually comes only
after these three conditions are present.

It usually happens that a child has a crayon in his hand and begins the
motion of his fingers made as he traces around one of his sandpaper
letters. But this time he has the pencil in his fingers, and the
idea suddenly occurs to him, usually reducing him to breathless
excitement, that if he traces on the paper with his pencil the form
of the letters, he will be writing. In the twinkling of an eye it is
done. He has written with his own hand one of the words which he has
been constructing with the movable alphabet. He is usually as proud
of this achievement as though he had invented the art of writing. The
first children who were taught in this manner and who experienced this
explosion into writing did really believe, I gather, that writing
was something of their own invention. They rushed about excitedly to
explain, to anyone who would listen, all about this wonderful new
discovery: “Look! Look! You don’t need the movable letters to make
words. See, you just take a pencil or a piece of chalk, and draw the
letters for yourself ... as many as you please ... anywhere!” And, in
fact, for the first few days after this explosion, their teachers and
mothers found writing “anywhere!” all over the house. The children
were in a fever of excited pride. Since then, although the first word
always causes a spasm of joy, children in a Children’s Home are so used
to seeing the older ones writing and reading, that their own feat is
taken more calmly, as a matter of course. It really always takes place
in this sudden way, however. One day a child cannot write, and the next
he can.

The formation of the letters, so hard for children taught in the old
way, offers practically no difficulty to the Montessori child. He has
traced their outline so often with his finger-tips that his knowledge
of them is lodged where, in his infant organism, it belongs, in his
muscular memory; so that when, pencil in his well-trained hand, he
starts his fingers upon an action already so often repeated as to be
automatic, muscular habit and muscular memory do the rest. He does
not need consciously to direct each muscle in the action of writing,
any more than a practised piano-player thinks consciously of which
finger goes after which. The vernacular phrase expressing this sort of
involuntary, muscular-memory facility is literally true in his case,
“He has done it so often that he could do it with his eyes shut.” It
is to be noted that for a long time after this explosion into writing,
the children continue incessantly to go through the three preparatory
steps, tracing with their fingers the sandpaper letters, filling in
the geometric forms and composing with the movable alphabet. These are
for them what scales are for the pianist, a necessary practice for
“keeping the hand in.” By means of constantly tracing the sandpaper
letters the children write almost from the first the most astonishingly
clear, firm, regular hand, much better than that of most adults of my
acquaintance.

It is apparent, from even this short-hand account of this remarkably
successful method, that children cannot learn to write by means of
it without considerable (even if unconscious and painless) effort on
their part, and without intelligence, good judgment, and considerable
patience on the part of the teacher. The popular accounts of the
miracles accomplished by Dr. Montessori’s apparatus have apparently
led some American readers to fancy that it is a sort of amulet one can
tie about the child’s neck, or plaster to apply externally, which will
cause the desired effect without any further care. As a matter of fact,
it is a carefully devised trellis which starts the child’s sensory
growth in a direction which will be profitable for the practical
undertaking of learning how to write, a trellis invented and patented
by Dr. Montessori, but which those of us who attempt to teach children
must construct for ourselves on her pattern, following step by step the
development of each of the children under our care.

[Illustration: TRACING SAND-PAPER LETTERS.]

[Illustration: TRACING GEOMETRICAL DESIGN.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

And yet, although the Montessori apparatus does not teach children by
magic how to write a good hand, in comparison with the methods now in
use, it is really almost miraculous in its results. In our schools
children learn slowly to write (and how badly!) when they are seven
or eight, cannot do it fluently until they are much older, and never
do it very well, if the average handwriting of our high-school and
college student is any test of our system. In the Montessori schools a
child of four usually spends about a month and a half in the definite
preparation for writing, and children of five usually only a month.
Some very quick ones of this age learn to write with all the letters in
twenty days. Three months’ practice, after they once begin to write,
is, as a rule, enough to steady their handwriting into an excellently
clear and regular script, and, after six months of writing, a
Montessori tot of five can write fluently, legibly, and (most important
and revolutionary change) with pleasure, far beyond that usually felt
by a child in, say, our third or fourth grades.

He has not only achieved this valuable accomplishment with enormous
economy of time, but he has been spared, into the bargain, the endless
hours of soul-killing drudgery from which the children in our schools
now suffer. The Montessori child has, it is true, gone through a far
more searching preparation for this achievement, but it has all been
without any strain on his part, without any consciousness of effort
except that which springs from the liveliest spontaneous desire. It has
tired him, literally, no more than if he had spent the same amount of
time playing tag.

I have heard some scientific talk which sounded to my ignorant ears
very profound and psychological, about whether this capacity of
Montessori children to write can be considered as a truly “intellectual
achievement,” or only a sort of unconsciously learned trick. This is a
fine theoretic distinction which I think most mothers will feel they
can safely ignore. Whatever it is from a psychological standpoint, and
however it may be rated in the Bradstreet of pure science, it is an
inestimable treasure for our children.

Reading comes after writing in the Montessori system, and has not
apparently as inherently close a connection with it as is sometimes
thought. That is, a child who can form letters perfectly with his
pencil and can compose words with the movable alphabet may still be
unable to recognize a word which he himself has neither written nor
composed. But, of course, with such a start as the Montessori system
gives him, the gap between the two processes is soon bridged. There
are various reasons why a detailed account of the Montessori method
of teaching reading need not be given here. One is that this book
is written for mothers and not teachers, and since the methods for
teaching reading in our schools are much better than those used for
teaching writing, mothers will naturally, as a rule, leave reading
until the child is under a teacher. Furthermore, there is nothing so
very revolutionary in the Montessori method in this regard and there
exist already in this country several excellent methods for teaching
reading. And yet a few notes on some features of the Montessori system
will be of interest.

Like many variations of our own system it begins with the recognition
of single words. At first these are composed with the movable alphabet.
Later, when the child can interpret readily words composed in this way,
they are written in large clear script on slips of paper. The child
spells the word out letter by letter, and then pronounces these sounds
more and more rapidly until he runs them together and perceives that he
is pronouncing a word familiar to him. This is always a moment of great
satisfaction to him and of encouragement to his teacher.

After this has continued until the children recognize single words
quickly, the process is extended to phrases. Here the teacher goes very
slowly, with great care, to avoid undue haste and lack of thoroughness.
There is a danger here that the children will fall into the mechanical
habit (familiar to us all) of reading aloud a page with great glibness,
although the sense of the words has made no impression on their minds.
To avoid this the Montessori Directress adopts the simple expedient
of not allowing them at first to read aloud. She carries on, instead,
a series of silent conversations with the children, writing on the
board some simple request for an action on their part. “Please stand
up,” “Please shut your eyes,” and so on. Later longer and more
complicated sentences are written on slips of paper and distributed
to the children. They read these to themselves (not being misled by
their oral fluency into thinking they understand what they do not), and
show that they have understood by performing the actions requested. In
other words, these are short letters addressed by the teacher to the
children, and answered by silent action on the part of the children.
Like all of the Montessori devices, this is self-corrective. It is
perfectly easy for the child to be sure whether he has understood
the sentence or not, and his attention is fixed, not on pronouncing
correctly (which has nothing to do with understanding the sentences
before him), but on the comprehension of the written symbols. As for
the teacher, she has an absolutely perfect check on the child. If he
does not understand, he does not do the right thing. It means the
elimination of the “fluent bluffer,” a phenomenon not wholly unfamiliar
to teachers, even when they are dealing with very young children.




CHAPTER VI

SOME GENERAL REMARKS ABOUT THE MONTESSORI APPARATUS IN THE AMERICAN
  HOME


The first thing to do, if you can manage it, is to secure a set of
the Montessori apparatus. It is the result of the ripest thought,
ingenuity, and practical experience of a gifted specialist who has
concentrated all her forces on the invention of the different devices
of her apparatus. But there are various supplementary statements to be
made which modify this simple advice.

One is, that the arrival in your home of the box containing the
Montessori apparatus means just as much for the mental welfare of
your children as the arrival in the kitchen of a box of miscellaneous
groceries means for their physical health. The presence on the pantry
shelf of a bag of the best flour ever made will not satisfy your
children’s hunger unless you add brains and good judgment to it, and
make edible, digestible bread for them. There is nothing magical or
miraculous about the Montessori apparatus. It is as yet the best raw
material produced for satisfying the intellectual hunger of normal
children from three to six, but it will have practically no effect
on them if its use is not regulated by the most attentive care,
supplemented by a keen and never-ceasing objective scrutiny of the
children who are to use it. This is one reason why mothers find it
harder to educate their children by the Montessori system (as by all
other systems) than teachers do, for they have an age-long mental habit
of clasping their little ones so close in their arms that, figuratively
speaking, they never get a fair, square look at them.

This study of the children is an essential part of all education
which Dr. Montessori is among the first pointedly and definitely to
emphasize. The necessity for close observation of conditions before
any attempt is made to modify them is an intellectual habit which is
the direct result of the methods of positive sciences, in the study of
which she received her intellectual training. Just as the astronomer
looks fixedly at the stars, and the biologist at the protoplasm before
he tries to generalize about their ways of life and action, so we must
learn honestly and whole-heartedly to try to see what sort of children
Mary and Bob and Billy _are_, as well as to love them with all our
might. This should not be, as it is apt to be, a study limited to
their moral characteristics, to seeing that Mary’s fault is vanity and
Bob’s is indifference, but should be directed with the most passionate
attention to their intellectual traits as well, to the way in which
they naturally learn or don’t learn, to the doors which are open, and
those which are shut, to their intellectual interest. For children
of three and four have a life which it is no exaggeration to call
genuinely intellectual, and their constant presence under the eyes of
their parents gives us a chance to know this, which helps to make up
for our lack of educational theory and experience in which almost any
teacher outstrips us.

There are no two plants, in all the infinity of vegetable life,
which are exactly alike. There are not, so geologists tell us, even
two stones precisely the same. To lump children (even two or three
children closely related) in a mass, with generalizations about what
will appeal to them, is a mental habit that experience constantly
and luridly proves to be the extremest folly. This does not mean
individualism run wild. There are some general broad principles which
hold true of all plants, and which we will do well to learn from an
experienced gardener. All plants prosper better out-of-doors than in
a cellar, and all children have activity for the law of their nature.
But lilies-of-the-valley shrivel up in the amount of sunshine which
supplies just the right conditions for nasturtiums, and your particular
three-year-old may need a much quieter (or more boisterous) activity
than his four-year-old sister. Neither of them may be, at first, in the
least attracted by the problem of the geometric insets, or by the idea
of matching colors. They may not have reached that stage, or they may
have gone beyond it. You will need all your ingenuity and your good
judgment to find out where they are, intellectually, and what they are
intellectually. The Montessori rule is never to try to force or even
to coax a child to use any part of the apparatus. The problem involved
is explained to him clearly, and if he feels no spontaneous desire to
solve it, no effort is made to induce him to undertake it. Some other
bit of apparatus is what, for the moment, he needs, and one only wastes
time in trying to persuade him to feel an interest which he is, for the
time, incapable of.

If you doubt this, and most of us feel a lingering suspicion that we
know better than the child what he wants, look back over your own
school-life and confess to yourself how utterly has vanished from
your mind the information forced upon you in courses which did not
arouse your interest. My own private example of that is a course on
“government.” I was an ordinarily intelligent and conscientious child,
and I attended faithfully all the interminable dreary recitations
of that subject, even filling a note-book with selections from the
teacher’s remarks, and, at the end of the course, passing a fairly
creditable examination. The only proof I have of all this is the record
of the examination and the presence, among my relics of the past, of
the note-book in my handwriting; for, among all the souvenirs of my
school-life, there is not one faintest trace of any knowledge about the
way in which people are governed. I cannot even remember that I ever
did know anything about it. My mind is a perfect, absolute blank on the
subject, although I can remember the look of the schoolroom in which
I sat to hear the lectures on it, I can see the face of the teacher as
plainly as though she still stood before me, I can recall the pictures
on the wall, the very graining of the wood on my desk. There is only
no more recollection of the subject than if the lectures had been
delivered in Hindustani. The long hours I spent in that classroom are
as wholly wasted and lost out of my all-too-short life as though I had
been thrust into a dark closet for those three hours a week. Even the
amount of “discipline” I received, namely the capacity to sit still and
endure almost intolerable ennui, would have been exactly as great in
one case as in the other, and would have cost the State far less.

All of us must have some such recollection of our school-life to set
beside the vivifying, exciting, never to be forgotten hours when we
first really grasped a new abstract idea, or learned some bit of
scientific information thrillingly in touch with our own understandable
lives; and we need no other proof of the truth of the maxim, stated
by all educators, but stated and _constantly acted upon_ by Dr.
Montessori, that the prerequisite of all education is the interest of
the student. There is no question here to be discussed as to whether
he learns more or less quickly, more or less well, according as he
is interested or not. The statement is made flatly by the Italian
educator that he does not, he cannot learn at all, anything, if he is
not interested. There is no use trying to call in the old war-horse
of “mental discipline” and say that it is well to force him to learn
whether he has an interest in the subject or not, because the fact is
that he cannot learn without feeling interest; and the appearance of
learning, the filled note-books, the attended recitations, the passed
examinations, we all know in our hearts to be but the vainest of
illusions and to represent only the most hopelessly wasted hours of our
youth.

Dr. Montessori, with her usual bold, startlingly consistent acceptance
as a practical guide to conduct of a fact which her reason tells her to
be true, acts on this principle with her characteristic whole-souled
fervor. If the children are not interested, it is the business of the
educator to furnish something which will interest them (as well as
instruct them) rather than to try to force their interest to center
itself on some occupation which the educator has thought beforehand
would turn the trick.[B] When we capture and try to tame a little wild
creature of unknown habits (and is not this a description of each
little new child?) our first effort is to find some food which will
agree with him, and experimentation is always our first resort. We
offer him all sorts of things to eat, and observe which he selects.
It is true that we do make some broad generalizations from the results
of our experiences with other animals, and we do not try to feed a
little creature who looks like a woodchuck on honey and water, nor a
new variety of moth on lettuce-leaves. But even if the unknown animal
looks ever so close a cousin of the woodchuck family, we do not try to
force the lettuce-leaves down his throat if, after a due examination of
them, he shows plainly that he does not care for them. We cast about
to see what else may be the food he needs; and though we may feel very
impatient with the need for making all the troublesome experiments with
diet, we never feel really justified in blaming the little creature for
having preferences for turnip-tops, nor do we have a half-acknowledged
conviction that, perhaps, if we had starved him to eat lettuce-leaves,
it might have been better for him. We are only too thankful to hit upon
the right food before our little captive dies of hunger.

Something of all this is supposed to go through the mind of the
Montessori mother as she refrains from arguing with her little son
about the advisability of his being interested in one, rather than
another, of the Montessori contrivances; and these considerations are
meant to explain to her the prompt acquiescence of the Montessori
teacher in the child’s intellectual “whims.” She is not foolishly
indulging him to make herself less trouble, or to please him. She is
only trying to find out what his natural interest is, so that she may
pounce upon it and utilize it for teaching him without his knowing
it. She is only taking advantage of her knowledge of the fact that
water runs down-hill and not up, and that you may keep it level by
great efforts on your part, and even force it to climb, but that you
can only expect it to work for you when you let it follow the course
marked out for it by the laws of physics. In other words, she sees
that her business is to make use of every scrap of the children’s
interest, rather than to waste her time and theirs trying to force
it into channels where it cannot run; to carry her waterwheel where
the water falls over the cliff, and not to struggle to turn the river
back towards the watershed. And anyone who thinks that a Montessori
teacher has “an easy time because she is almost never really teaching,”
underestimates grotesquely the amount of alert, keen ingenuity and
capacity for making fine distinctions, required for this new feat of
educational engineering.

On the other hand, the advanced modern educators who cry jealously that
there is nothing new in all this, that it is the principle underlying
their own systems of education, need only to ask themselves why their
practice is so different from that of the Italian doctor, why a teacher
who can force, coerce, coax, or persuade all the members of a class of
thirty children to “acquire” practically the same amount of information
about a given fixed number of topics within a given fixed period of
time, is called a “good” teacher? They will answer inevitably that
chaos and anarchy in the educational world would result from any course
of study less fixed than that in their schools. And an impartial
observer, both of our schools and of history, might reply that chaos
and anarchy have been prophesied every time a more liberal form of
government, giving more freedom to the individual, has been suggested,
anywhere in the world.

In any case, the Montessori mother, with the newly acquired apparatus
spread out before her, needs to gird herself up for an intellectual
enterprise where she will need not only all the strength of her brain,
but every atom of ingenuity and mental flexibility which she can
bring to bear on her problem. She will do well, of course, to fortify
herself in the first place by a careful perusal of Dr. Montessori’s
own description of the apparatus and its use, or by reading any other
good manual which she can find. The booklet sent out with the apparatus
gives some very useful detailed instructions which it is not necessary
to repeat here, since it comes into the hands of everyone who secures
the apparatus. One of the main things for the Montessori mother to
remember is that the teachers in the Casa dei Bambini are trained to
make whatever explanations are necessary, as brief as possible, given
in as few words as they can manage, and with good long periods of
silence in between.

Much of the apparatus is so ingeniously devised that any normally
inventive child needs but to have it set before him to divine its
correct use. The buttoning-frames, and the solid and plane geometric
insets need not a single word of explanation, even to start the
child upon the exercise. But the various rods and blocks, used for
the Long and Broad Stair and the Tower, are so much like ordinary
building-blocks that, the first time they are presented, the child
needs a clear presentation of how to handle them. This can be made an
object-lesson conducted in perfect silence; although later, when the
child begins to use the sandpaper numbers with them as he learns the
series of numbers up to ten, he needs, of course, to be guided in this
exercise.

With these rods and blocks especially, care should be taken to observe
the Montessori rule that apparatus is to be used for its proper purpose
only, in order to avoid confusion in the child’s mind. He should never
use the color spools, for instance, to build houses with. Not that, by
any means, he should be coaxed to continue the exercises in color if he
feels like building houses; but other material should be given him--a
pack of cards, building-blocks, small stones, anything handy, but never
apparatus intended for another exercise.

In the exercises for learning the difference between rough and smooth,
the child needs at first a little guidance in learning how to draw his
finger-tips _lightly_ from left to right over the sandpaper strips; and
in the exercises of discrimination between different fabrics, he needs
someone to tie the bandage over his eyes and, the first time, to
show him how to set to work.

[Illustration: TRAINING THE “STEREOGNOSTIC SENSE”--COMBINING MOTOR AND
TACTUAL IMAGES.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

A silent object-lesson, or a word or two, are needed to show him how
to separate and distinguish between the pieces of wood of different
weights in the baric exercises, and a similar introduction is needed to
the cylindrical sound-boxes.

As he progresses both in age and ability, and begins some of the more
complicated exercises, he needs a little longer explanation when he
begins a new exercise, and a little more supervision to make sure that
he has understood the problem. In the later part of the work with
plane geometric insets, and in the work with colored crayons, he needs
occasional supervision, not to correct the errors he makes, but to see
that he keeps the right aim in sight. Of course, when he begins work
with the alphabet he needs more real “teaching,” since the names of
the letters must be told him, and care must be taken that he learns
firmly the habit of following their outlines in the right direction,
of having them right side up, etc. But throughout one should remember
that most “supervision” is meddling, and that one does the child a
real injury in correcting a mistake which, with a little more time
and experience, he would have been able to correct for himself. It
is well to keep in mind, also, that little children, some of them at
least, have a peculiarity shared by many of us adults, and that is a
nervousness under even silent inspection. I know a landscape painter of
real ability who is reduced almost to nervous tears and certainly to
paralyzed impotence, by the harmless presence of the group of silent,
staring spectators who are apt to gather about a person making a sketch
out of doors. Even though we may refrain from actually interfering
in the child’s fumbling efforts to conquer his own lack of muscular
precision, we may wear on him nervously if we give too close an
attention to his efforts. The right thing is to show him (if necessary)
what he is to try to do, and then if it arouses his interest so that
he sets to work upon it, we will do well to busy ourselves somewhat
ostentatiously with something else in the room. Occasionally a child,
even a little child, has acquired already the habit of asking for
help rather than struggling with an obstacle himself. The best way to
deal with this unfortunate tendency is to provide simpler and simpler
exercises until, through making a very slight effort “all himself,”
the child learns the joy of self-conquest and re-acquires his natural
taste for independence. Most of us, with healthy normal children,
however, meet with no trouble of this kind. The average child of three,
or even younger, set before the solid geometric insets, clears the
board for action by the heartiest and most instinctive rejection of any
aid, suggestions, or even sympathy. His cry of “Let _me_ do it!” as
he reaches for the little cylinders with one hand and pushes away his
would-be instructor with the other, does one’s heart good.

It is to be seen that Dr. Montessori’s demand for child-liberty does
not mean unbridled and unregulated license for him, even intellectual
license; nor does her command to her teachers to let him make his
own forward advance mean that they are to do nothing for him. They
may, indeed, frequently they must, set him carefully on a road not
impossibly hard for him, and head him in the right direction. What they
are not to do, is to go along with him, pointing out with a flood of
words the features of the landscape, smoothing out all the obstacles,
and carrying him up all the hills.

More important than any of the details in the use of the apparatus
is the constant firm intellectual grasp on its ultimate purpose. The
Montessori mother must assimilate, into the very marrow of her bones,
the fundamental principle underlying every part of every exercise, the
principle which she must never forget an instant in all the detailed
complexity of its ingenious practical application. She is to remember
constantly that the Montessori exercises are neither games to amuse
the children (although they do this to perfection), nor ways for the
children to acquire information (although this is also accomplished
admirably, though not so directly as in the kindergarten work). They
are, like all truly educative methods, means to teach the child
how to learn. It is of no great importance that he shall remember
perfectly the form of a square or a triangle, or even the sacred cube
of Froebelian infant-schools. It is of the highest importance that he
shall acquire the mental habit of observing quickly and accurately
the form of any object he looks at or touches, because if he does, he
will have, as an adult, a vision which will be that of a veritable
superman, compared to the unreliable eyesight on which his parents
have had to depend for information. It is of no especial importance
that he shall learn quickly to distinguish with his eyes shut that a
piece of maple the same size as a piece of pine is the heavier of the
two. It is of the utmost importance that he shall learn to take in
accurate information about the phenomena of the world, from whichever
sense is most convenient, or from all of them at once, correcting and
supplementing each other as they so seldom do with us badly trained
adults.




CHAPTER VII

THE POSSIBILITY OF AMERICAN ADAPTATIONS OF, OR ADDITIONS TO, THE
  MONTESSORI APPARATUS


Holding firmly in mind the guiding principle formulated in the
paragraph preceding, it may not be presumptuous for us, in addition
to exercising our children with the apparatus devised by Dr.
Montessori, to attempt to apply her main principles in ways which
she has not happened to hit upon. She herself would be the first to
urge us to do this, since she constantly reiterates that she has but
begun the practical application of her theories, and she calls for
the co-operation of the world in the task of working out complete
applications suitable for different conditions.

It is my conviction that, as soon as her theories are widely known
and fairly well assimilated, she will find, all over the world, a
multitude of ingenious co-partners in her enterprise, people who, quite
unconscious of her existence, have been for years approximating her
system, although never doing so systematically and thoroughly. Is it
not said that each new religion finds a congregation ready-made, of
those who have been instinctively practising the as yet unformulated
doctrines?

An incident in my own life which happened years ago, is an example of
this. One of the children of the family, an adored, delicate little boy
of five, fell ill while we were all in the country. We sent at once in
the greatest haste to the city for a trained nurse, and while awaiting
her arrival, devoted ourselves to the task of keeping the child amused
and quiet in his little bed. The hours of heart-sickening difficulty
and anxiety which followed can be imagined by anyone who has, without
experience, embarked on that undertaking. We performed our wildest
antics before that pale, listless little spectator, we offered up our
choicest possessions for his restless little hands, we set in motion
the most complicated of his mechanical toys; and we quite failed either
to please or to quiet him.

The nurse arrived, cast one glance at the situation, and swept us
out with a gesture. We crept away, exhausted, beaten, wondering by
what possible miraculous _tour de force_ she meant single-handed to
accomplish what had baffled us all, and holding ourselves ready to
secure for her anything she thought necessary, were it the horns of
the new moon. In a few moments she thrust her head out of the door
and asked pleasantly for a basket of clothes-pins, just common wooden
clothes-pins.

When we were permitted to enter the room an hour or so later, our
little patient scarcely glanced at us, so absorbed was he in the
fascinatingly various angles at which clothes-pins may be thrust
into each other’s clefts. When he felt tired, he shut his eyes
and rested quietly, and when returning strength brought with it a
wave of interest in his own cleverness, he returned to the queer
agglomeration of knobby wood which grew magically under his hands. Now
Dr. Montessori could not possibly have used that “sensory exercise,”
as they have no clothes-pins in Italy, fastening their washed garments
to wires, with knotted strings; and the nurse was probably married
with children of her own before Dr. Montessori opened the first Casa
dei Bambini; but that was a true Montessori device, and she was a real
“natural-born” Montessori teacher. And I am sure that everyone must
have in his circle of acquaintances several persons who have such an
intuitive understanding of children that Dr. Montessori’s arguments
and theories will seem to them perfectly natural and axiomatic. One of
my neighbors, the wife of a farmer, a plain Yankee woman who would be
not altogether pleased to hear that she is bringing up her children
according to the theories of an inhabitant of Italy, has, by the
instinctive action of her own wits, hit upon several inventions which
might, without surprising the Directress, be transferred bodily to
any Casa dei Bambini. All of her children have gone through what she
calls the “folding-up fever,” and she has laid away in the garret,
waiting for the newest baby to grow up to it, the apparatus which has
so enchanted and instructed all the older ones. This “apparatus,” to
use the unfortunately mouth-filling and inflated name which has become
attached to Dr. Montessori’s simple expedients, is a set of cloths
of all shapes and sizes, ranging from a small washcloth to an old
bedspread.

When the first of my neighbor’s children was a little over three, his
mother found him, one hot Tuesday, busily employed in “folding up,”
that is, crumpling and crushing the fresh shirtwaists which she had
just laboriously ironed smooth. She snatched them away from him, as any
one of us would have done, but she was nimble-witted enough to view
the situation from an impersonal point of view which few of us would
have adopted. She really “observed” the child, to use the Montessori
phrase; she put out of her mind with a conscious effort her natural,
extreme irritation at having the work of hours destroyed in minutes,
and she turned her quick mind to an analysis of the child’s action, as
acute and sound as any the Roman psychologist has ever made. Not that
she was in the least conscious of going through this elaborate mental
process. Her own simple narration of what followed, runs: “I snatched
’em away from him and I was as mad as a hornit for a minit or two. And
then I got to thinkin’ about it. I says to myself, ‘He’s so little that
’tain’t nothin’ to him whether shirtwaists are smooth or wrinkled, so
he couldn’t have taken no satisfaction in bein’ mischievous. Seems ’s
though he was wantin’ to fold up things, without really sensin’ what
he was doin’ it _with_. He’s seen me fold things up. There’s other
things than shirtwaists he could fold, that ’twouldn’t do no harm for
him to fuss with.’ And I set th’ iron down and took a dish-towel out’n
the basket and says to him, where he set cryin’, ‘Here, Buddy, here’s
somethin’ you can fold up.’ And he set there for an hour by the clock,
foldin’ and unfoldin’ that thing.”

That historic dish-towel is still among the “apparatus” in her garret.
Five children have learned deftness and exactitude of muscular action
by means if it, and the sixth is getting to the age when his mother’s
experienced eye detects in him signs of the “fever.”

Now, of course, the real difference between that woman and Dr.
Montessori, and the real reason why Dr. Montessori’s work comes in the
nature of a revelation of new forces, although hundreds of “natural
mothers” long have been using devices strongly resembling hers, is
that my neighbor hasn’t the slightest idea of what she is doing and
she has a very erroneous idea of why she is doing it, inasmuch as she
regards the fervor of her children for that fascinating sense exercise,
as merely a Providential means to enable her to do her housework
untroubled by them. She could not possibly convince any other mother
of any good reason for following her examples because she is quite
ignorant of the good reason.

Dr. Montessori, on the other hand, with the keen self-consciousness of
its own processes which characterizes the trained mind, is perfectly
aware not not only of what she is doing, but of a broadly fundamental
and wholly convincing philosophical reason for doing it; namely, that
the child’s body is a machine which he will have to use all his life in
whatever he does, and the sooner he learns the accurate and masterful
handling of every cog of this machine the better for him.

Now, whenever frontier conditions exist, people generally are forced
to learn to employ their senses and muscles much more competently than
is possible under the usual modern conditions of specialized labor
performed almost entirely away from the home; and though for most of
us the old-fashioned conditions of farm-life so ideal for children,
the free roaming of field and wood, the care and responsibility for
animals, the knowledge of plant-life, the intimate acquaintance with
the beauties of the seasons, the enforced self-dependence in crises,
are impossibly out of reach, we can give our children some of the
benefits to be had from them by analyzing them and seeing exactly which
are the elements in them so tonic and invigorating to child-life,
and by adapting them to our own changed conditions. There are even a
few items which we might take over bodily. A number of families in
my acquaintance have inherited from their ancestors odd “games” for
children, which follow perfectly the Montessori ideas. One of them is
called the “hearth-side seed-game” and is played as the family sits
about the hearth in the evening,--though it might just as well be
played about a table in the dining-room with the light turned low.
Each child is given a cup of mixed grains, corn, wheat, oats, and
buckwheat. The game is a competition to see who can the soonest, by
the sense of touch only, separate them into separate piles, and it
has an endless fascination for every child who tries it--if he is of
the right age, for it is far too fatiguing for the very little ones.
Another family makes a competitive game of the daily task of peeling
the potatoes and apples needed for the family meals. Once the general
principle of the “Montessori method” is grasped, there is no reason why
we should not apply it to every activity of our children. Indeed Dr.
Montessori is as impatient as any other philosopher, of a slavishly
close and unelastic interpretation of her ideas. Furthermore, it is to
be remembered that the set of Montessori apparatus was not intended by
its inventor to represent all the possible practical applications of
her theories. For instance, there are in it none of the devices for
gymnastic exercises of the whole body which she recommends so highly,
but which as yet she has been able to introduce but little into her
schools. Here, too, what she would wish us to do is to make an effort
to comprehend intelligently what her general ideas are and then to use
our own invention to adapt them to our own conditions.

A good example of this is the enlightenment which comes to most of
us, after reading her statement about the relative weakness of little
children’s legs. She calls our attention to the fact that the legs of
the new-born baby are the most negligible members he possesses, small
and weak out of all proportion to his body and arms. Then with an
imposing scientific array of carefully gathered statistics, she proves
that this disproportion of strength and of size continues during early
childhood, up to six or seven. In other words, that a little child’s
legs are weaker and tire more quickly than the rest of him, and hence
he craves not only those exercises which he takes in running about in
his usual active play, but others which he can take without bearing all
his weight on his still rather boneless lower extremities.

This fact, although doubtless it has been common property among doctors
for many years, was entirely new to me; and probably will be to many
of the mothers who read this book, but an ingenious person has only
to hear it to think at once of a number of exercises based on it. Dr.
Montessori herself suggests a little fence on which the children can
walk along sideways, supporting part of their weight with their arms.
She also describes a swing with a seat so long that the child’s legs
stretched out in front of him are entirely supported by it, and which
is hung before a wall or board against which the child presses his feet
as he swings up to it, thus keeping himself in motion. These devices
are both so simple that almost any child might have the benefit of
them, but even without them it is possible to profit by the above bit
of physiological information, if it is only by restraining ourselves
from forbidding a child the instinctive gesture we must all have seen,
when he throws himself on his stomach across a chair and kicks his
hanging legs. If all the chairs in the house are too good to allow this
exercise, or if it shocks too much the adult ideas of propriety, a
bench or kitchen-chair out under the trees will serve the same purpose.

Everyone who is familiar with the habits of natural children, or
who remembers his own childish passions, knows how they are almost
irresistibly fascinated by a ladder, and always greatly prefer it to
a staircase. The reason is apparent. After early infancy they are not
allowed to go upstairs on their hands and knees, but are taught, and
rightly taught, to lift the whole weight of their bodies with their
legs, the inherent weakness of which we have just learned. Of course
this very exercise in moderation is just what weak legs need; but why
not furnish also a length of ladder out of doors, short enough so that
a fall on the pile of hay or straw at the foot will not be serious?
As a matter of fact, you will be astonished to see that even with a
child as young as three, the hay or straw is only needed to calm your
own mind. The child has no more need of it than you, nor so much, his
little hands and feet clinging prehensilely to the rounds of the ladder
as he delightedly ascends and descends this substitute for the original
tree-home.

The single board about six inches wide and three or four inches from
the ground (a length of joist or studding serves very well) along
which the child walks and runs, is an exercise for equilibrium which
is elsewhere described (page 149). This can be varied, as he grows in
strength and poise, by having him try some of the simpler rope-walking
tricks of balance, walking on the board with one foot, or backward,
or with his eyes shut. It is fairly safe to say, however, that having
provided the board, you need exercise your own ingenuity no further in
the matter. The variety and number of exercises of the sort which a
group of active children can devise goes far beyond anything the adult
brain could conceive. The exercises with water are described (page
151). These also can be varied to infinity, by the use of receptacles
of different shapes, bottles with wide or narrow mouths, etc.

The folding-up exercises seem to me excellent, and the hearth-side
seed-game is, in a modified form, already in use in the Casa dei
Bambini. Small, low see-saws, the right size for very young children,
are of great help in aiding the little one to learn the trick of
balancing himself under all conditions; and let us remember that the
sooner he learns this all-important secret of equilibrium, the better
for him, since he will not have the heavy handicap of the bad habit of
uncertain, awkward, misdirected movements, and he will never know the
disheartening mental distress of lack of confidence in his own ability
deftly, strongly, and automatically to manage his own body under all
ordinary circumstances.

A very tiny spring-board, ending over a heap of hay, is another
expedient for teaching three- and four-year-olds that they need not
necessarily fall in a heap if their balance is quickly altered. If
this simple device is too hard to secure, a substitute which any
woman and even an older child can arrange for a little one, is a long
thin board, with plenty of “give” to it, supported at each end by big
stones, or by two or three bits of wood. The little child bouncing up
and down on this and “jumping himself off” into soft sand, or into a
pile of hay, learns unconsciously so many of the secrets of bodily
poise that walking straight soon becomes a foregone conclusion.

One of the blindfold games in use in Montessori schools is played with
wooden solids of different shapes, cubes, cylinders, pyramids, etc. The
blindfolded child picks these, one at a time, out of the pile before
him and identifies each by his sense of touch. In our family this has
become an after-dinner game, played in the leisure moments before
we all push away from the table and go about our own affairs, and
managed with a napkin for blindfold, and with the table-furnishings for
apparatus.

The identification of different stuffs, velvet, cotton, satin, woolen,
etc., can be managed in any house which possesses a rag-bag. I do not
see why the possession of a doll, preferably a rag-doll, should not be
as valuable as the Montessori frames. Most dolls are so small that the
hooks and eyes and the buttons and buttonholes on their minute garments
are too difficult for little fingers to manage, whereas a doll which
could wear the child’s own clothes would certainly teach him more
about the geography of his raiment than any amount of precept. I can
lay no claim to originality in this idea. It was suggested to my mind
by the constant appearance in new costumes of the big Teddy-bear of
a three-year-old child, whose impassioned struggles with the buttons
of her bear’s clothes forms the most admirable of self-imposed manual
gymnastics.

Lastly, it must not be forgotten that the “sets of Montessori
apparatus” must be supplemented by several articles of child-furniture.
There is not in it the little light table, the small low chair so
necessary for children’s comfort and for their acquiring correct,
agreeable habits of bodily posture. Such little chairs are easily to be
secured but, alas! rarely found in even the most prosperous households.
We must not forget the need for a low washstand with light and easily
handled equipment; the hooks set low enough for little arms to reach
up to them, so that later we shall not have to struggle with the habit
fixed in the eight-year-old boy, of careless irresponsibility about
those of his clothes which are not on his back; the small brooms and
dust-pans so that tiny girls will take it as a matter of course that
they are as much interested as their mothers in the cleanliness of a
room; in short, all the devices possible to contrive to make a little
child really at _home_ in his father’s house.

[Illustration: COLOR BOXES COMPRISING SPOOLS OF EIGHT COLORS AND EIGHT
SHADES OF EACH COLOR.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]




CHAPTER VIII

SOME REMARKS ON THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE SYSTEM


When I first began to understand to some extent the thoroughgoing
radicalism of the philosophy of liberty which underlies all the
intricate detail of Dr. Montessori’s system, I used to wonder why it
went home to me with such a sudden inward conviction of its truth,
and why it moved me so strangely, almost as the conversion to a new
religion. This Italian woman is not the first, by any means, to speak
eloquently of the righteousness of personal liberty. As far back as
Rabelais’ “Fay ce que vouldras” someone was feeling and expressing
that. Even the righteousness of such liberty for the child is no
invention of hers. Jean Jacques Rousseau’s “Émile,” in spite of all its
disingenuous evading of the principle in practice, was founded on it in
theory; and Froebel had as clear a vision as any seer, as Montessori
herself, of just the liberty his followers admit in theory and find it
so hard to allow in practice.

Why, then, should those who come to Rome to study the Montessori work,
stammerers though they might be, wish, all of them, to go away and
prophesy? For almost without exception this was the common result
among the widely diverse national types I saw in Rome; always granting,
of course, that they had seen one of the good schools and not those
which present a farcical caricature of the method.

In thinking the matter over since, I have come to the conclusion that
the vividness of inward conviction arises from the fact that the
founder of this “new” philosophy bases it on the theory of democracy;
and there is no denying that the world to-day is democratic, that we
honestly in our heart of hearts believe, as we believe in the law of
gravity, that, on the whole, democracy, for all its shortcomings, has
in it the germ of the ideal society of the future.

Now, our own democracy was based, a hundred or so years ago, on the
idea that men reach their highest development only when they have, for
the growth of their individuality, the utmost possible freedom which
can be granted them without interfering with the rights and freedom
of others. Little by little during the last half-century the idea has
grown that, inasmuch as women form half the race, the betterment of the
whole social group might be hastened if this beneficial principle were
applied to them.

If you will imagine yourself living sixty or so years ago, when,
to conservative minds, this idea of personal liberty for women was
like the sight of dynamite under the foundations of society, and to
radical minds shone like the dawn of a brighter day, you can imagine
how startling and thrilling is the first glimpse of its application
to children. I felt, during the beginning of my consideration of the
question, all the sharp pangs of intellectual growing-pains which
must have racked my grandfather when it first occurred to him that
my grandmother was a human being like himself, who would very likely
thrive under the same conditions which were good for him. For, just as
my grandfather, in spite of the sincerest affection for his wife, had
never conceived that he might be doing her an injury by insisting on
doing her thinking for her, so I, for all my love for my children, had
never once thought that, by my competent, loving “management” of them,
I might be starving and stunting some of their most valuable moral and
intellectual qualities.

In theory I instantly granted this principle of as much personal
liberty as possible for children. I could not help granting it,
pushed irresistibly forward as I was by the generations of my voting,
self-governing ancestors; but the resultant splintering upheaval of all
my preconceived ideas about children was portentous.

The first thing that Dr. Montessori’s penetrating and daring eye
had seen in her survey of the problem of education, and the fact to
which she devotes throughout her most forceful, direct, and pungent
explanation, had simply never occurred to me, in spite of Froebel’s
mild divination of it; namely, that children are nothing more or less
than human beings. I was as astonished by this fact as I was amazed
that I had not thought of it myself; and I instantly perceived a
long train of consequences leading off from it to a wholly unexplored
country. True, children are not exactly like adults; but then, neither
are women exactly like men, nor are slow, phlegmatic men exactly
like the red-headed, quick-tempered type; but they all belong to the
genus of human beings, and those principles which slow centuries of
progress have proved true about the genus as a whole hold true about
subdivisions of it. Children are much weaker physically than most
adults, their judgment is not so seasoned by experience, and their
attention is more fitful. Hence, on the whole, they need more guidance
than grown-ups. But, on the other hand, the motives, the instincts, the
needs, the potential capacities of children are all human and nothing
but human. Their resemblances to adults are a thousand times more
numerous and vital than their differences. What is good for the one
must, in a not excessively modified form, be good for the other.

With this obvious fact firmly in mind, Dr. Montessori simply
looked back over history and drew upon the stores of the world’s
painfully acquired wisdom as to the best way to extract the greatest
possibilities from the world’s inhabitants. If it is true, she
reasoned, that men and women have reached their highest development
only when they have had the utmost possible liberty for the growth of
their individualities, if it is true that slavery has been the most
ruinously unsatisfactory of all social expedients, both for masters and
slaves, if society has found it necessary for its own good to abolish
not only slavery but caste laws and even guild rules; if, with all its
faults, we are agreed that democracy works better than the wisest of
paternal despotisms, then it ought to be true that in the schoolroom’s
miniature copy of society there should be less paternal despotism,
more democracy, less uniformity of regulation and more,--very much
more,--individuality.

Therefore, although we cannot allow children as much practical freedom
as that suitable for men of ripe experience, it is apparent that it is
our first duty as parents to make every effort to give them as full
a measure of liberty as possible, exercising our utmost ingenuity to
make the family life an enlightened democracy. But this is not an
easy matter. A democracy, being a much more complicated machine than
an autocracy, is always harder to organize and conduct. Moreover the
family is so old a human institution that, like everything else very
old, it has acquired barnacle-like accretions of irrelevant tradition.
Elements of Russian tyranny have existed in the institution of the
family so long that our very familiarity with them prevents us from
recognizing them without an effort, and prevents our conceiving family
life without them; quite as though in this age of dentistry, we
should find it difficult to conceive of old age without the good old
characteristic of toothlessness. To renovate this valuable institution
of the family (and one of the unconscious aims of the Montessori system
is nothing more or less than the renovation of family life), we must
engage upon a daily battle with our own moral and intellectual inertia,
rising each morning with a fresh resolve to scrutinize with new eyes
our relations to our children. We must realize that the idea of the
innate “divine right of parents” is as exploded an idea as the “divine
right of kings.” Fathers and mothers and kings nowadays hold their
positions rightfully only on the same conditions as those governing
other modern office-holders, that they are better fitted for the job
than anyone else.

I speak from poignant personal experience of the difficulty of holding
this conception in mind. When I said above that I “saw at once a long
train of consequences following this new principle of personal liberty
for children,” I much overstated my own acumen; for I am continually
perceiving that I saw these consequences but very vaguely through the
dimmed glasses of my unconscious, hidebound conservatism, and I am
constantly being startled by the possibility of some new, although very
simple application of it in my daily contact with the child-world. A
wholesome mental exercise in this connection is to run over in one’s
mind the dramatic changes in human ideas about family life which
have taken place gradually from the Roman rule that the father was
the governor, executioner, lawgiver, and absolute autocrat, down to
our own days. For all our clinging to the idea of a closely intimate
family-life, most of us would turn with horror from any attempt to
return to such tyranny as that even of our own Puritan forebears.
It is possible that our descendants may look back on our present
organization with as much astonished and uncomprehending revulsion.

The principle, then, of the Montessori school is the ideal principle of
democracy, namely, that human beings reach their highest development
(and hence are of most use to society) only when for the growth of
their individuality they have the utmost possible liberty which can be
granted them without interfering with the rights of others. Now, when
Dr. Montessori, five years ago, founded the first Casa dei Bambini,
she not only believed in that principle but she saw that children are
as human as any of us; and, acting with that precipitate Latin faith
in logic as a guide to practical conduct which is so startling to
Anglo-Saxons, she put these two convictions into actual practice. The
result has electrified the world.

She took as her motto the old, old, ever-misunderstood one of
“Liberty!”--that liberty which we still distrust so profoundly in spite
of the innumerable hard knocks with which the centuries have taught us
it is the only law of life. She was convinced that the “necessity for
school discipline” is only another expression of humanity’s enduring
suspicion of that freedom which is so essential to its welfare, and
that schoolroom rules for silence, for immobility, for uniformity
of studies and of results, are of the same nature and as outworn as
caste rules in the world of adults, or laws against the free choice of
residence for a workman, against the free choice of a profession for
women, against the free advance of any individual to any position of
responsibility which he is capable of filling.

All over again in this new field of education Dr. Montessori fought the
old fight against the old idea that liberty means red caps and riots
and guillotines. All afresh, as though the world had never learned the
lesson, she was obliged to show that liberty means the only lasting
road to order and discipline and self-control. Once again, for the
thousandth time, people needed to be reminded that the reign of the
tyrant who imposes laws on human souls from the outside (even though
that tyrant intends nothing but the best for his subjects and be
called “teacher”), produces smothered rebellion, or apathy, or broken
submissiveness, but never energetic, forward progress.

For this constant turning to that trust in the safety of freedom which
is perhaps the only lasting spiritual conquest of our time, is the
keynote of her system. This is the real answer to the question, “What
is there in the Montessori method which is so different from all other
educational methods?” This is the vital principle often overlooked in
the fertility of invention and scientific ingenuity with which she has
applied it.

This reverence for the child’s personality, this supreme faith that
liberty of action is not only safe to give children, but is the
prerequisite of their growth, is the rock on which the edifice of her
system is being raised. It is also the rock on which the barks of many
investigators are wrecked. When they realize that she really puts her
theory into execution, they cry out aghast, “What! a school without a
rule for silence, for immobility, a school without fixed seats, without
stationary desks, where children may sit on the floor if they like, or
walk about as they please; a school where children may play all day if
they choose, may select their own occupations, where the teacher is
always silent and in the background--why, that is no school at all--it
is anarchy!”

One seems to hear faint echoes from another generation crying out,
“What! a society without hereditary aristocracy, without a caste
system, where a rail-splitter may become supreme governor, where
people may decide for themselves what to believe without respect for
authority, and may choose how they wish to earn their livings, ... this
is no society at all! It is anarchy!”

Dr. Montessori has two answers to make to such doubters. One is that
the rule in her schools, like the rule in civilized society, is that
no act is allowed which transgresses against the common welfare, or
is in itself uncomely or offensive. That the children are free, does
not mean that they may throw books at each other’s heads, or light a
bonfire on the floor, any more than free citizens of a republic may
obstruct traffic, or run a drain into the water-supply of a town. It
means simply that they are subject to no _unnecessary_ restraint, and
above all to no meddling with their instinctive private preferences.
The second answer, even more convincing to hard-headed people than the
first, is the work done in the Case dei Bambini, where every detail
of the Montessori theory has been more than proved, with an abundance
of confirmatory detail which astonishes even Dr. Montessori herself.
The bugbear of discipline simply does not exist for these schools.
By taking advantage of their natural instincts and tendencies, the
children are made to perform feats of self-abnegation, self-control,
and collective discipline, impossible to obtain under the most rigid
application of the old rules, and, as for the amount of information
acquired unconsciously and painlessly by those babies, it is one of the
fairy-stories of modern times.




CHAPTER IX

APPLICATION OF THIS PHILOSOPHY TO AMERICAN HOME LIFE


Naturally, the question which concerns us is, how the spiritual
discoveries made in this new institution in a far-away city of Italy,
can be used to benefit our own children, in our own everyday, American
family life. It must be stated uncompromisingly, to begin with, that
they can be applied to our daily lives only if we experience a “change
of heart.” The use of the vernacular of religion in this connection is
not inappropriate, for what we are facing, in these new principles,
is a new phase of the religion of humanity. We are simply, at last,
to include children in humanity, and since despotism, even the most
enlightened varieties of it, has been proved harmful to humanity, we
are to abstain from being their despots, even their paternal, wise, and
devoted despots. This does not mean that they are not to live under
some form of government of which we are the head. We have as much right
to safeguard their interests against their own weaknesses as society
has to safeguard ours, in forbidding grade railways in big cities for
instance, but we have no more right than society has to interfere with
inoffensive individual tastes, preferences, needs, and, above all,
initiative.

At this point I can hear in my mind’s ear a chorus of indignant
parents’ voices, crying out that nothing is further from their theory
or practice than despotism over the children, and that, so far from
ruling their little ones, they are the absolute slaves of their
offspring (forgetting that in many cases there is no more despotic
master than a slave of old standing). To answer this natural protest I
wish here to be allowed a digression for the purpose of attempting a
brief analysis of a trait of human egotism, the understanding of which
bears closely on this phase of the relations of parent and child. I
refer to the instinctive pleasure taken by us all in the dependence of
someone upon us.

This is so closely connected with benevolence that it is usually wholly
unrecognized as a separate and quite different characteristic. Even
when it is seen, it is identified only by those who suffer from it,
and any intimation of its existence on their part savors so nearly of
ingratitude that they have not, as a rule, ventured to complain of what
is frequently an almost intolerable tyranny. Just as it is the spiteful
member of a family who is the only one to blurt out home-truths which
run counter to the traditional family illusions, so it is only a
thoroughly bad-tempered analyst, one who takes a malicious pleasure in
dwelling on human meannesses, who can perform the useful function of
diagnosing this little suspected, very prevalent, human vice.

Here is the sardonic Hazlitt, derisively relieving his mind on the
subject of benefactors. “... Benefits are often conferred out of
ostentation or pride. As the principle of action is a love of power,
the complacency in the object of friendly regard ceases with the
opportunity or the necessity for the manifest display of power; and
when the unfortunate protégé is just coming to land and expects a last
helping hand, he is, to his surprise, pushed back in order that he
may be saved from drowning once more. You are not haled ashore as you
had supposed by those kind friends, as a mutual triumph, after all
your struggles and their exertions on your behalf. It is a piece of
presumption in you to be seen walking on terra firma; you are required
at the risk of their friendship to be always swimming in troubled
waters that they may have the credit of throwing out ropes and sending
out life-boats to you without ever bringing you ashore. The instant you
can go alone, or can stand on your own ground, you are discarded.”

Now the majority of us in these piping times of mediocrity have
no grounds, fancied or real, for assuming the rôle of tyrannical
Providence to other people. But the instinct, in spite of the decreased
opportunity for its exercise, is none the less alive in our hearts;
and when chance throws in our way a little child, our primitive,
instinctive affection for whom confuses in our minds the motives
underlying our pseudo-benevolent actions, do we not wreak upon it
unconsciously all that latent desire to be depended upon, to be the
stronger, to be looked up to, to gloat over the weakness of another?

If this seems an exaggerated statement, consider for a moment the real
significance of the feeling expressed by the mothers we have all met,
when they cry, “Oh, I can’t _bear_ to have the babies grow up!” and
when they refuse to correct the pretty, lisping, inarticulate baby
talk. I have been one of those mothers myself, and I certainly would
have regarded as malicious and spiteful any person who had told me
that my feelings sprang from almost unadulterated egotism, and that I
“couldn’t bear to have the babies grow up” because I wanted to continue
longer in my complacent, self-assumed rôle of God, that I wished to
be surrounded by little sycophants who, knowing no standard but my
personality, could not judge me as anything but infallible, and that I
was wilfully keeping the children granted me by a kind Heaven as weak
and dependent on me as possible that they might continue to secrete
more food for my egotism.

What I now see to be a plain statement of the ugly truth underlying my
sentimental reluctance to have the babies grow up would have seemed to
me the most heartless attack on mother-love. It now occurs to me that
mother-love should be something infinitely more searching and subtle.
Modern society with its enforced drains and vaccinations and milk
inspection and pure-food laws does much of the physical protecting
which used to fall to the lot of mothers. Our part should not be, like
bewildered bees, to live idly on the accumulation of virtues achieved
for us by the hard won battles of our ancestors against their lower
physical instincts; but to catch up the standard and advance into the
harder battle against the hidden, treacherous ambushes of egotism, to
conceive a new, high devotion for our children, a devotion which has
in it courage for them as well as care for them; which is made up of
faith in their better, stronger natures, as well as love for them, and
which begins by the ruthless slaughter, so far as we can reach it,
of the selfishness which makes us take pleasure in their dependence
on us, rather than in seeing them grow (even though it may mean away
from us) in the ability wisely to regulate their own lives. We must
take care that we mothers do not treat our children as we reproach men
for having treated women, with patronizing, enfeebling protection. We
must learn to wish, above all things, to see the babies grow up since
there is no condition (for any creature not a baby) more revolting
than babyishness, just as there is no state more humiliating (for any
but a child) than childishness. Let us learn to be ashamed of our too
imperious care, which deprives them of every chance for action, for
self-reliance, for fighting down their own weaknesses, which snatches
away from them every opportunity to strengthen themselves by overcoming
obstacles. We must learn to see in a little child not only a much-loved
little body, informed by a will more or less pliable to our own, but
a valiant spirit, longing for the exercise of its own powers, powers
which are different from ours, from those of every human being who has
ever existed.

There is no danger that in combating this subtle vice, we will fall
back into the grosser one of physical tyranny over women, children, or
the poor. That step forward has been taken conclusively. That question
has been settled for all time and has been crystallized in popular
opinion. We may still tyrannize coarsely over the weak, but we are
quite conscious that we are doing something to be ashamed of. We can
therefore, without fear of reactionary setbacks, devote ourselves to
creating a popular consciousness of the sin of moral and intellectual
tyranny.

Now all this reasoning has been conducted by means of abstract ideas
and big words. It may seem hardly applicable to the relations of an
affectionate parent with his three-year-old child. How, practically,
concretely, at once, to-day, can we begin to avoid paternal despotism
over little children?

To begin with, by giving them the practical training necessary to
physical independence of life. Anyone who knows a woman who lived
in the South during the old régime must have heard stories of the
pathetic, grotesque helplessness to which the rich white population
was reduced by the presence and personal service of the slaves ... the
grown women who could not button their own shoes, the grown men who
had never in their lives assembled all the articles necessary for a
complete toilet. Dr. Montessori says, “The paralytic who cannot take
off his boots because of a pathological fact, and the prince who dare
not take them off because of a social fact, are in reality reduced to
the same condition.” How many mothers whose willing fingers linger
lovingly over the buttons and strings and hooks and eyes of the little
costume are putting themselves in the pernicious attitude of the slave?
How many other bustling, competent, quick-stepping mothers, dressing
and undressing, washing and feeding and regulating their children, as
though they were little automata, because “it’s so much easier to do
it for them than to bother to teach them how to do it,” are reducing
the little ones to a state of practical paralysis? As if ease were the
aim of a mother in her relations to her child! It would be easier, as
far as that is concerned, to eat the child’s meals for it; and a study
of the “competent” brand of mother almost leads one to suspect that
only the physical impossibility of this substituted activity keeps it
from being put into practice. The too loving mother, the one who is too
competent, the one who is too wedded to the regularity of her household
routine, the impatient mother, the one who is “no teacher and never
can tell anybody how to do things,” all these diverse personalities,
though actuated by quite differing motives, are doing the same thing,
unconsciously, benevolently, overbearingly insisting upon living the
child’s life for him.

But it is evident that simply keeping our hands off is not enough. To
begin with the process of dressing himself, the first in order of the
day’s routine, a child of three, with no training, turned loose with
the usual outfit of clothes, could never dress himself in the longest
day of the year. And here, with a serious problem to be solved, we are
back beside the buttoning boy of the Children’s Home. The child must
_learn how_ to be independent, as he must learn how to be anything
else that is worth being, and the only excuse for existence of a
parent is the possibility of his furnishing the means for the child to
acquire this information with all speed. Let us take a long look at the
buttoning boy over there in Rome and return to our own three-year-old
for a more systematic survey of his problem, which is none other than
the beginning of his emancipation from the prison of babyishness. Let
him learn the different ways of fastening garments together on the
Montessori frames if you have them, or in any other way your ingenuity
can devise. Old garments of your own, put on a cheap dress form, are
not a bad substitute for that part of the Montessori apparatus, or the
large doll suggested on page 115 may serve.

Then apply your mind, difficult as that process is for all of us, to
the simplification of the child’s costumes, even if you are led into
such an unheard-of innovation as fastening the little waists and
dresses up the front. Let me wonder, parenthetically, why children’s
clothes should all be fastened at the back? Men manage to protect
themselves from the weather on the opposite principle.

Then, finally, give him time to learn and to practise the new process;
and time is one of the necessary elements of life most often denied to
little children, who always take vastly longer than we do to complete a
given process. I am myself a devoted adherent of the clock, and cannot
endure the formless irregularity of a daily life without fixed hours,
so that I do not speak without a keen realization of the fact that time
cannot be granted to little children to live their own lives, without
our undergoing considerable inconvenience, no matter how ingeniously we
arrange the matter. We must feel a whole-hearted willingness to forego
a superfluity in life for the sake of safeguarding an essential of
life. When I feel the temptation, into which my impatient temperament
is constantly leading me, to perform some action for a child which he
would better do for himself, because his slowness interferes with my
household schedule, I bring rigorously to mind the Montessori teacher
who did not tuck in the child’s napkin. And I severely scrutinize the
household process, the regularity of which is being upset, to see
if that regularity is really worth a check to the child’s growth in
self-dependence.

Once in a while it really does seem to me, on mature consideration,
that regularity is worth that sacrifice, but so seldom as to be
astonishing. One of the few instances is the regularity of the three
meals a day. This seems to be an excellent means of inculcating real
social feeling in the child, of making him understand the necessity
for occasional sacrifices of individual desires to benefit the common
weal. One should take care not to neglect or pass over the few genuine
opportunities in the life of a little child, when he may feel that
in common with the rest of the family he is making a sacrifice which
_counts_ for the sake of the common good.

But most other situations yield very different results when analyzed.
For instance, if a child must dress in a cold room it is better for
an adult to stuff the little arms and legs into the clothes with all
haste, rather than run the risk of chilling the child. But as a rule,
if the conditions are really honestly examined, these two alternatives
are seen not to be the only ones. He is set perhaps to dress in a cold
room because we have a tradition that it is “messy” and “common” to
have dressing and undressing going on anywhere except in a bedroom. The
question I must then ask myself is no longer, “Is there not danger that
the child will take cold if I give him time to dress himself?” but,
“Is the ordered respectability of my warm parlor worth a check to my
child’s normal growth?”

And it is to some such quite unexpected question that one is constantly
led by the attempt really to analyze the various restrictions we put
upon the child’s freedom to live his own life. These restrictions
multiply in such a perverse ratio with the material prosperity and
conventionality of our lives that it is a truism that the children of
the very poor fare better than ours in the opportunities offered them
for the development of self-reliance, self-control, and independence,
almost the most valuable outfit for the battle of life a human being
can have.

It is impossible, of course, to consider here all the processes of the
child’s day in as minute detail as this question of his morning toilet.
But the same procedure of “hands off” should be followed, because _help
that is not positively necessary is a hindrance to a growing organism_.
It is well to put strings for your vines to climb up, but it does them
no good to have you try to “help” them by pulling on the tips of the
tendrils. The little child should be allowed time to wash his own face
and hands, to brush his teeth, and to feed himself, although it would
be quicker to continue our Strasbourg goose tradition of stuffing him
ourselves. He should, as soon as possible, learn to put on and take off
his own wraps, hat, and rubbers. He should carry his own playthings,
should learn to open and shut doors, go up and down stairs freely, hang
up his own clothes (hooks placed low must not be forgotten), and look
himself for articles he has misplaced.

Adults who, for the first time, try this régime with little children
are astonished to find that it is not the patience of the little
child, but their own, which is inadequate. A child (if he is young
enough not to have acquired the invalid’s habit of being waited upon)
will persevere unendingly through a series of grotesquely awkward
attempts, for instance, to climb upon an adult’s chair. The sight of
this laborious attempt to accomplish a perfectly easy feat reduces his
quick-stepping, competent mother to nervous fidgets, requiring all her
self-control to resist. She is almost irresistibly driven to rushing
forward and lifting him up. If she does, she is very apt to see him
slide to the floor and begin all over again. It is not elevation to
the chair which he desires. It is the capacity to attain it himself,
unaided, which is his goal, a goal like all others in his life which
his mother cannot reach for him.

And if all this sounds too troublesome and complicated, let it be
remembered that the Children’s Home looms close at hand, ominously
ready to devote itself to making conditions exactly right for the
child’s growth, never impatient, with no other aim in life and no
other occupation but to do what is best for the child. If we are to be
allowed to keep our children with us, we must prove worthy the sacred
trust.

[Illustration: MATERIALS FOR TEACHING ROUGH AND SMOOTH.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

For, practically, the highly successful existence of the Casa dei
Bambini, keeping the children as it does all day, takes for granted
that the average parent cannot or will not make the average home into
a place really suited for the development of small children. It is
visibly apparent that, as far as physical surroundings are concerned,
he is Gulliver struggling with the conditions of Brobdingnag. He eats
his meals from a table as high for him as the mantelpiece would be for
us, he climbs up and down stairs with the painful effort we expend on
the ascent of the Pyramids, he gets into an armchair as we would climb
into a tree, and he can no more alter the position of it than we could
that of the tree.

As for the conduct of life, he is considered “naughty” if he interferes
with adult occupations, which, going on all about him all the time and
being entirely incomprehensible to him, are very difficult to avoid;
and he is “good” like the “good Indian” according to the degree of his
silent passivity. When we return after a brief absence and inquire of
a little child, “Have you been a good child?” do we not mean simply,
“Have you been as little inconvenient as possible to your elders?” To
most of us who are honest with ourselves it comes as rather a surprise
that this standard of virtue should not be the natural and inevitable
one.

I leave to the last chapter the question, a most searching and
painful one for me, as to whether the Casa dei Bambini will not
ultimately be the Home for all our children, and here confine myself
to the statement, which no unprejudiced mind can deny, that such an
institution, arranged as it has been with the most single-hearted
desire to further the children’s interests, is now better adapted for
child-life than our average homes, into which children may be welcomed
lovingly, but which are adapted in every detail of their material,
intellectual, and spiritual life for adults only. It is my firm
conviction that, in my own case, a working compromise may be effected,
thanks to my alarmed jealousy of the greater perfection of the
Montessori Children’s Home; but I realize that it required the alarming
sight and study of that institution to make me see that I was forcing
my children to live under a great many unnecessary restrictions. And,
if there is one thing above all others to be kept in mind by a convert
to these new ideas it is that an _unnecessary restriction in a child’s
life is a crime_. The most puritanical soul among us must see that
there are quite enough necessary restrictions for the child, if they
are all recognized and rigorously obeyed, to serve as disciplinary
forces to the most turbulent nature.




CHAPTER X

SOME CONSIDERATIONS ON THE NATURE OF “DISCIPLINE”


With the last affirmation of the preceding chapter I have brought
myself to another bed-rock principle of this new religion of childhood,
one which at first I was unable to understand and hence to accept.
In my very blood there runs that conviction of the necessity for
discipline which colored so profoundly all early New England life. At
the sight of this too-pleasant and too-smiling world of children, some
old Puritan of an ancestor sprang to life in me and cried out sourly,
“But it’s good for children to do what they don’t like to do, and to
keep on with something after they want to stop. They must in later
life. They should begin now.”

The answer to this objection is one I have had practically to work
out for myself, since the Italian exponents of the system, having
back of them an unbroken line of life-loving and life-trusting Latin
forefathers, found it practically impossible to understand what was
in my mind. There was much talk of “discipline” in their discussion
of the theories of the method; but evidently they did not attach the
same meaning to the word as the one I had been trained to use. This
fact led me to meditate on what I myself really meant by discipline: a
process of definition which, as it always does, clarified my ideas and
proved them in some respects quite different from what I had thought
them.

Discipline means, of course, “the capacity for self-control.” I had
no sooner formulated this definition than I saw that I had been, in
my practical use of the word, omitting half of it, and that the vital
half. It was not discipline I had been vainly seeking at the Casa dei
Bambini, it was compulsion.

Now, compulsion is a force very much handier to use in education than
self-control, since it depends on the adult and not on the child, and
practically any adult with a club (physical or moral) can compass it,
if the child in his power is small enough. But the most elementary
experience of life proves that the effects of compulsion last exactly
as long as the physical or moral club can be applied. Evidently its use
can scarcely prepare the child for the searching tests of independent
adult life when no one has any longer even a pseudo-right to club him
into moral action.

And yet self-control, like all other vital processes of individual
life, is tantalizingly elusive and subtle. My untrained mind, face to
face at last with the real problem, despaired of securing this real
self-control and not the valueless compulsory obedience to external
force or persuasion with which I had been confusing it. I saw that it
is secured in the Children’s Home and betook myself once more to an
examination of their methods.

Their method for solving this problem is like the one they use in all
other problems of child-life. They use the adult brain to analyze
minutely all the complex processes involved, and then they begin at the
beginning to teach the children all the different actions, one after
another.

For instance, the capacity for close, consecutive attention to any
undertaking is a very valuable form of self-control and self-discipline
(one which a good many adults have never mastered). The natural
tendency of childhood, as of all untrained humanity, is for
flightiness, for mental vagrancy, for picking up and fitfully dropping
an enterprise. It is obvious that the sternest of external so-called
discipline cannot lay a finger on this particular mental fault, because
all it can command is physical obedience, which ceases when the
compulsion is no longer active. In the Children’s Home, the child is
provided with a task so exactly suited to the instinctive needs of his
growing organism, that his own spontaneous interest in it overcomes his
own equally spontaneous aversion to mental concentration. Later on in
life he must learn to concentrate mentally, whether he feels a strong
spontaneous interest in the subject or not; but it is evident that he
cannot do that, if he has not learned first to control his wandering
wits when the subject does interest him. And that this last is not the
perfectly easy undertaking it seems, is apparent when one considers
all the hopelessly flighty women there are in the world, who could not,
to save their lives, mentally concentrate on anything. The Montessori
apparatus sets a valuable vital force in the child’s own intellectual
make-up to master an undesirable instinct, and naturally the valuable
force grows stronger with every exercise of its power, just as a muscle
does. The little boy who was so much interested in his buttoning-frame
that he stuck to his enterprise from beginning to end without so much
as glancing up at the activities of the other children, showed real
self-control, even though it was not associated with the element of
pain which my grim ancestors led me to think was essential.

It is true that self-control in the face of pain or indifference is
a necessary element in adult moral and intellectual life, but it now
appears that, like every other factor in life, it must start from
small beginnings and grow slowly. The buttoning boy showed not only
self-control, but the only variety of it which a baby is capable of
manifesting. When I had the notion that I ought (for his own good, of
course) to demand of him self-control in the face of pain, even of
a very small pain, I was asking something which he could not as yet
give, and of which compulsory obedience could only obtain an empty and
misleading appearance, an appearance really harmful to the child’s
best interests since it completely blinded me to the fact that he had
not made the least beginning towards attaining a real self-control. He
must begin slowly to learn self-control, as he must begin slowly to
learn how to walk. I am quite satisfied if he takes a single step at
first, because I know that is the essential. If he can do that, he will
ultimately learn to climb a mountain. If he can overcome the naturally
vagrant impulses of his mind through intellectual interest (for it is
none other) in the completion of his task of buttoning up the cloth on
his frame, he has begun a mental habit the value of which cannot be
overestimated, and which will later, in its full development, make it
possible for him to master calculus without the agonizing, too-tardy
effort at mental self-control which embittered my own struggle with
that subject.

From time immemorial, the child himself has always instinctively used
in his games and plays this method of learning self-control and mental
concentration, as much as adults would allow him. The admirable,
thoroughgoing concentration of a child on a game of marbles or ball
is proverbial; but while the rest of us, with some unsystematic
exceptions, have looked idly on at this great natural stream of mental
vigor pouring itself out in profusion before our eyes, Dr. Montessori
has stepped in with an ingeniously devised waterwheel and set it to
work.

The child in the Casa dei Bambini advances from one scientifically
graded stage of mental self-control to the next, from the
buttoning-frames to the geometric insets, from these to their use in
drawing and the control of the pencil, and then on into the mastery
of the alphabet, always with a greater and greater control of the
processes of his mind.

The control of the processes of his body are learned in the same
analyzed, gradual progression from the easy to the difficult. He
learns in the “lesson of silence” how to do nothing with his body,
an accomplishment which his fidgety elders have never acquired; he
learns in all the sensory exercises the complete control of his five
servants, his senses; and in moving freely about the furniture suited
to his size, in handling things small enough for him to manage, in
transferring objects from one place to another, he learns how to go
deftly through all the ordinary operations of everyday life.

This physical adroitness has a vitally close relation to discipline
of all sorts. When we say to the average, untrained, muscularly
uncontrolled child of four, “Now do sit still for a while!” we are
making a request about as reasonable as though we cried, “Do stand
on your head!” And then we shake him or reprove him for not obeying
what is for him an impossible command. By so doing we start in his
mind the habit, both of not obeying and of being punished for it; and
as Nature is exuberant in her protective devices, he very soon grows
a fine mental callous over his capacity for remorse at not obeying.
The effort required to accede to our request is entirely too great
for him, even if he wholly understands what we wish, which is often
doubtful. And because he often has been forced to disobey a command
to do something impossible, he falls into the way of disobeying a
command which is within his powers. The Montessori training makes every
impassioned attempt to teach a child exactly how to do a thing before
he is requested to do it.

We give a child the enormously compendious command, “Don’t be so
careless!” without reflecting that it is about as useful and specific
an exhortation as if one should cry to us, “Do be more virtuous!” Dr.
Montessori is continually admonishing us to use our grown-up brains to
analyze into its component parts the child’s carelessness, so that,
part by part, it can be corrected. Suppose that it has manifested
itself (as it not infrequently does) by a reckless plunge across the
room, carrying a plateful of cookies which have most of them fallen
to the floor by the end of the trip. Almost without exception, what
we all cry impatiently to a child, even to a very little child, under
those circumstances, is “For mercy’s sake, _do_ look at what you’re
doing!” which is, considered at all analytically, exactly what it is
our business as his leaders and guides in the world to do for him.

A little reflection on the subject makes us realize, in spite of the
sharpness of our reproof to him, that he takes no pleasure in spilling
the cookies and falling over the chairs; that is, that he had no set
purpose to do this, instead of walking correctly across the room
and setting the plate down on the table. The question we should ask
ourselves, is obviously, “Why then, did he do all those troublesome
and careless things?” Obviously because we were requiring him to go
through a complicated process, the separate parts of which he has not
mastered; as though a musician should command us to play the chromatic
scale of D minor, and then blame us for the resultant discord. He
should have taught us a multitude of things before requiring such a
complicated achievement,--how to hold our fingers over the piano-keys,
how to read music, how to play simpler scales.

The child with the cookie-plate needs, in the first place, a course of
exercises in learning to walk in a straight line directly to the spot
where he means to go, exercises continued until this process becomes
automatic, so that the greatest haste on his part will not send him
reeling about as most children (and a considerable number of their
ill-trained elders) do when they undertake to move from one side of the
room to another.

How can he learn to do this? Dr. Montessori suggests drawing a
chalk-line on the floor and having the children play the “game” (either
with or without music) of trying to walk along it without stepping off.
I myself, remembering the forbidden joys of my reckless childhood in
walking the top-rail of a fence, have tried the expedient of providing
a less dangerous top-rail laid flat on the ground. Did any healthy
child ever need more than one chance to walk along railway tracks?
The objection in the past to these exercises has been that they were
connected with something dangerous and undesirable. I do not blame
my parents for forbidding me to try to balance myself either on the
top-rail of a fence or on a railway track. Both of these were highly
risky diversions. But it does seem odd that neither they nor I ever
thought of providing, in some safe form, the exercises in equilibrium
so violently craved by all healthy children. A narrow board, or length
of so-called “two-by-four” studding, laid on the ground, furnishes a
diversion as endlessly entertaining for a child of three as the most
dangerously high fence-rail for an older child, and the never-failing
zest with which a little child practises balancing himself on this
narrow “sidewalk” is a proof that the exercise is one for which he
unconsciously felt a need.

Another trick of equilibrium, which is hard for a little child, is to
lift one foot from the floor and perform any action without falling
over. If he is provided with a loose rope-end, hanging where he can
easily reach it, his parent and guardian can suggest any number of
entertaining things to do while his equilibrium is assured by his grasp
on the rope. My experience has been that one suggestion is enough. The
child’s invention does the rest. Another exercise which is of great
benefit for very little children is to walk backwards, a process which
needs no more gymnastic apparatus than a helping hand from father or
mother, an apparatus which is equally effective in teaching a young
child the fascinating game of crossing one foot over the other without
falling down.

Does all this physical training of tiny children seem too remote from
the older child who spilled the cookies? He stands at the end of the
road over which the balancing, backward-walking, highly entertained
three-year-old is advancing.

Although it is not mentioned in any Montessori suggestions I have seen
(possibly because of the difficulty of managing it in a schoolroom),
it occurred to me one day that water is a neglected but very valuable
factor in training a little child to accuracy of muscular movement.
This reflection occurred to me just after I had instinctively led
away a little child from a basin of water in which I had “caught her”
dabbling her hands. Making a desperate effort to put into practice
my new resolution to question myself sharply each time that I denied
a child any activity he seemed to desire, I perceived that in this
case, as so often, I was acting traditionally, without considering the
essential character of the situation. I could not, of course, allow the
child to dabble in that basin of water, there, because she would be
apt to spatter it on the floor and to get her clothes wet. But on that
warm summer day, why could I not set her outdoors on the grass, with a
bit of oilcloth girded about her waist so that she should not spoil her
dress? Her evident interest in the water was an indication of a natural
force which it might be possible to utilize to give her some muscular
training which would entertain her at the same time. When I really came
to think about it, there is nothing inherently wicked in playing in
water.

For the almost superhuman effort necessary to use reason about a fact
the outlines of which are dulled by familiarity, I was rewarded many
times over by the discovery of a “sensory exercise” which apparently
is of the highest value. The child in question, provided with a pan
of water, and various cups and jelly-molds of different sizes, which
I snatched at random from the kitchen-shelf, was in a state of silent
bliss. She filled the little cups up to the brim, she lifted them with
an anxious care which no exhortation of mine could have induced her to
apply, she drank from them, she poured their contents into each other,
discovering for herself that the smaller ones must be emptied into the
bigger ones and not vice versa, she filled them again with a spoon. At
first she did all this very clumsily, although always with the most
painstaking care, but as the days went on with repetitions of this
game, her dexterity became astonishing, as was her eternal interest in
the monotonous proceeding.

Now she is not only kept quiet and happy for about an hour a day by
this amusement, and she has not only learned to fill and handle her
little cups and jelly-molds very deftly, but the operation of drinking
out of a water-glass at the table is of a simplicity fairly beneath
her contempt. I smile to see our guests gasp and dodge in dismay as,
with the reckless abandon of her age, she grasps her water-glass with
one hand, not deigning even to look at it, and conveys it to her lips.
But as a matter of fact, no matter how hastily or carelessly she
does this, she almost never spills a drop. The control of utensils
containing liquids has been so thoroughly learned by her muscles in
the long hours of happy play with her little cups that it is perfectly
automatic. She no more spills water from her glass than I fall down on
the floor when I cross a room, even though I may be quite absent-minded
about that undertaking.




CHAPTER XI

MORE ABOUT DISCIPLINE, WITH SPECIAL REGARD TO OBEDIENCE


I must stop at this point and devote a paragraph or two to laying the
ghost of another Puritan ancestor who demands, “But where does the
discipline come in here, if it is all automatic and unconscious? Why
sneak exactitude of muscular action into the child’s life by the back
door, so to speak? Would it not be better for her moral nature to
command her outright not to spill the water from her glass at table,
and force her to use her will-power by punishing her if she does?”

There are several answers to this searching question, which is by no
means so simple and direct as it sounds. The most obvious one is the
retort brutal, i.e., that a great many generations have experimented
with that simple method of training children, with the result that
family life has been considerably embittered and the children very
poorly trained. In other words, that practical experience has shown
it to be a very bad method indeed and in use only because we know no
better one.

One of the reasons why it is bad is because it confuses two radically
different activities in the child’s life, including both under one far
too-sweeping command. The child’s ability to handle a glass of water
is an entirely different function from its willingness to obey orders.
To require of its nascent capacities at the same instant a new muscular
skill and the moral effort necessary to obey a command is to invite
almost certain failure. Worse than this, and in fact as bad as anything
can be, the result of this impossibly compendious command is to bring
about a hopeless confusion in the child’s mind which means unnecessary
nervous tension and friction and the beginning of an utterly deplorable
mental habit of nervous tension and irritated resistance in the child’s
mind, whenever a command is given. That this instinct of irritated
resistance is not a natural one is proved by the happily obedient older
children in the Casa dei Bambini in Rome. Furthermore, anyone who will,
under ordinary circumstances, try the simple experiment of asking
a little child (too young to have acquired this bad mental habit)
to perform some operation which he has thoroughly mastered, will be
convinced that obedience in itself involves no pain to a child.

As to the second demand of my Puritan ancestor, which runs, “And force
her to use her will-power by punishment,” the same flat denial must
be given that proposition. Experience proves that you can prevent a
child from performing some single special action by means of external
punishment, but that stimulating the proper use of the will-power is
something entirely different. Apparently the will-power is more apt
to be perverted into grotesque and unprofitable shapes by the use of
punishment than to be encouraged into upright, useful, and vigorous
growth.

And here it is well to question our own hearts deeply to make sure that
we really wish, honestly, without mental reservations, to stimulate the
will-power of our children--their will-power, be it remembered, not our
own. Is there, in the motives which actuate our attempts at securing
obedience from children, a trace of the animal-trainer’s instinct? For,
though it is true that children are little animals, and that they can
be successfully trained by the method of the animal-trainer, it is not
to be forgotten that they are trained by those methods only to feats
of exactly the same moral and intellectual caliber as those performed
by trick dogs and cats. They are forced to struggle blindly, and
wholly without aid, towards whatever human achievements they may later
accomplish, with the added disadvantage of the mental habit either of
sullen dissembled revolt or crushed mental servility, according to
their temperaments.

The end and aim of the horse-breaker’s effort is to create an animal
who will obey literally, with no volition of his own, any command of
any human being. The conscientious parent who faces squarely this
ultimate logical conclusion of the animal-trainer’s system, must see
that his own aim, being entirely opposed to that, must be attained by
very different means; and that, since his final goal is to produce
a being wholly and wisely self-governing, the sooner the child can
be induced to begin the exercise of the faculty of self-government,
the more seasoned in experience it will be when vital things begin to
depend on it.

It is highly probable that in the heart of the modern parent of the
best type, if there is still some of the animal-trainer’s instinct, he
is quite and honestly unconscious of it and would be ashamed of it if
he recognized it. I think most of us can say sincerely that we have no
conscious wish for anything but the child’s best welfare. But in saying
this, we admit at once that our problem is vastly more subtle and
complicated than the horse-breaker’s, and that we are in need of every
ray of light from any source possible.

The particular, vivifying truth which we must imprint on our minds
in this connection is that spontaneity of action is the absolute
prerequisite for any moral or intellectual advance on the part of any
human being. Nor is this, though so constantly insisted upon by Dr.
Montessori, any new invention of hers. Dimly felt, it has regulated
more or less the best action of the best preachers, the best teachers
and lawgivers since the beginning of the world. Pestalozzi formulated
it in the hard saying, all the more poignant because it came from a man
who had devoted himself with such passionate affection to his pupils,
“I have found that no man in God’s wide earth is able to help any other
man. Help must come from the bosom alone.” Froebel, in all his general
remarks on education, states this principle clearly. Finally, it has
been crystallized in the homely adage of old wives, “Every child’s got
to do its own growing.”

We all admit the truth of this theory. What is so startling about Dr.
Montessori’s attitude towards it, is that she really acts upon it!
More than that, she expects us to act on it, all the time, in all the
multiform crises of our lives as parents, in this intricate problem of
discipline and the training of the will-power as well as in the simpler
form of physically refraining from interfering with the child’s efforts
to feed and dress himself.

And yet it is natural enough that we should find at first sight such
general philosophic statements rather vague and remote, and not at
all sufficiently reassuring as we stand face to face with the problem
of securing obedience from a lively child of three. We may have seen
how we overlooked the obvious reason why a child who _cannot_ obey a
command will not; and we may be quite convinced that the first step in
securing both self-control and obedience from a child is to put the
necessary means in his power; and yet we may be still frankly at a loss
and deeply apprehensive about what seems the hopeless undertaking of
directly securing obedience even after the child has learned how to
obey. All that Dr. Montessori has done for us so far is to call our
attention to the fact, which we did not in the least perceive before,
that a child is no more born into the world with a full-fledged
capacity to obey orders, than to do a sum in arithmetic. But though we
agree that we must first teach him his numbers before expecting him to
add and subtract, how, we ask ourselves anxiously, can we be in the
least sure that he will be willing to use his numbers to do sums with,
that he will be willing to utilize his careful preparatory training
when it comes to the point of really obeying orders.

At this juncture I can recommend from successful personal experience
a courageous abandonment of our traditional attitude of deep distrust
towards life, of our medieval conviction that desirable traits can
only be hewed painfully out across the grain of human nature. The
old monstrous idea which underlay all schooling was that the act of
educating himself was fundamentally abhorrent to a child and that he
could be forced to do it only by external violence. This was an idea,
held by more generations of school-teachers and parents than is at
all pleasant to consider, when one reflects that it would have been
swept out upon the dump-heap of discarded superstitions by one single,
unprejudiced survey of one normal child under normal conditions.

Dr. Montessori, carrying to its full extent a theory which has been
slowly gaining ground in the minds of all modern enlightened teachers,
has been the first to have the courage to act without reservation on
the strength of her observation that the child prefers learning to
any other occupation, since the child is the true representative of
our race which does advance, even with such painful slowness, away
from ignorance towards knowledge. Now, in addition she tells us just
as forcibly, that they prefer right, orderly, disciplined behavior to
the unregulated disobedience which we slanderously insist is their
natural taste. As a result of her scientific and unbiased observation
of child-life she informs us that our usual lack of success in handling
the problems of obedience comes because, while we do not expect a
child at two or three or even four to have mastered completely even
the elements of any other of his activities, we do expect him to have
mastered all the complex muscular, nervous, mental, and moral elements
involved in the act of obedience to a command from outside his own
individuality.

She points out that obedience is evidently a deep-rooted instinct
in human nature, since society is founded on obedience. Indeed, on
the whole, history seems to show that the average human being has
altogether too much native instinct to obey anyone who will shout out
a command; and that the advance from one bad form of government to
another only slightly better, is so slow because the mass of grown men
are too much given to obeying almost any positive order issued to them.
Going back to our surprised recognition of the child as an inheritor of
human nature in its entirety, we must admit that obedience is almost
certainly an instinct latent in children.

The obvious theoretic deduction from this reasoning is, that we need
neither persuade nor force a child to obey, but only clear-sightedly
remove the various moral and physical obstructions which lie in the
way of his obedience, with the confident expectation that his latent
instinct will develop spontaneously in the new and favorable conditions.

When we plant a bean in the ground we do not feel that we need to try
to force it to grow; indeed, we know very well that we can do nothing
whatever about that since it is governed entirely by the presence
or absence in the seed of the mysterious element of life; nor do we
feel any apprehension about the capacity of that smooth, small seed,
ultimately to develop into a vine which will climb up the pole we
have set for it, will blossom, and bear fruit. We know that, barring
accidents (which it is our business as gardeners to prevent), it cannot
do anything else, because that is the nature of beans, and we know all
about the nature of beans from a long acquaintance with them.

We would laugh at an ignorant, city-bred person gardening for the
first time, who, the instant the two broad cotyledons showed above the
ground, began tying strings to them to induce them to climb his pole.
Our advice to him would be the obvious counsel, “Leave them alone until
they grow their tendrils. You not only can’t do any good by trying to
induce those first primitive leaves to climb, but you may hurt your
plant so that it will never develop normally.”

The question seems to be, whether we will have the courage and good
sense to take similar sound advice from a more experienced and a wiser
child-gardener. Dr. Montessori not only expounds to us theoretically
this doctrine that the child, properly trained, will spontaneously obey
reasonable orders suited to his age with a prompt willingness which
grows with his growth, but she shows us in the garden of her schools,
bean-poles wreathed triumphantly with vines to the very top. Or, to
drop a perhaps too-elaborated metaphor, she shows us children of three
or four who willingly obey suggestions suited to their capacities,
developing rapidly and surely into children of six and seven whose
obedience in all things is a natural and delightful function of their
lives. She not only says to us, “This theory will work in actual
practice,” but, “It _has_ worked. Look at the result!”

Of course the crux of the matter lies in that phrase, “proper
training.” It means years of patient, intelligent, faithful effort
on the part of the guardian, to clear away from before the child the
different obstacles to the free natural growth of this, as of all other
desirable instincts of human nature. To give our children this “proper
training” it is not enough to have intellectually grasped the theory
of the Montessori method. With each individual child we have a fresh
problem of its application to him. Our mother-wits must be sharpened
and in constant use. Dr. Montessori has only compiled a book of
recipes, which will not feed our families, unless we exert ourselves,
and unless we provide the necessary ingredients of patience,
intelligence, good judgment, and devotion.

The prize which seems possible to attain by such efforts makes them,
however, worthy of all the time and thought we may possibly put upon
them. Apparently, judging by the results obtained in the Casa dei
Bambini among Italian children, and by Miss George in her school for
American children, there is no more need for the occasional storms of
temper or outbreaks of exasperated egotism which are so familiar to all
of us who care for children, than there is for the occasional “fits
of indigestion,” “feverishness,” or “teething-sickness” the almost
universal absence of which in the lives of our scientifically-reared
children so astonishes the older generation.

For the notable success of Miss George’s Tarrytown school disposes
once and for all of the theory that “it may work for Italians, but not
with our naturally self-indulgent, spoiled American children.” Fresh
from the Casa dei Bambini in Rome, I visited Miss George’s Children’s
Home and, except for the language, would have thought myself again
on the Via Giusti. The same happy, unforced interest in the work,
the same Montessori atmosphere of spontaneous life, the same utter
unconsciousness of visitors, the same astonishing industry.

[Illustration]

[Illustration: COUNTING BOXES.
                                     Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

When theoretically by talk and discussion with experts on the subject
and practically by the sight of the astonishing results shown in the
enlightenment and self-mastery of the older children who had been
trained in the system, I was led towards the conviction that children
really have not that irresistible tendency towards naughtiness which my
Puritan blood led me unconsciously to assume, but that their natural
tendency is on the whole to prefer to do what is best for them, I
felt as though someone had tried to prove to me that the world before
my eyes was emancipating itself from the action of some supposedly
inexorable natural law.

Naturally, being an Anglo-Saxon, an inhabitant of a cold climate, and
the descendant of those troublesome Puritan forefathers, who have
interfered so much with the composition of this book, I could not,
all in a breath, in this dizzying manner lose that firm conviction
of Original Sin which, though no longer insisted upon openly in the
teachings of the church, which I no longer attend as assiduously as my
parents, still is, I discovered, a very vital element in my conception
of life.

No, the doctrine of Original Sin is in the very marrow of my New
England bones, but, as a lover of my kind, I rejoice to be convinced
of the smallness of its proportion in relation to other elements of
human nature, and I bear witness gladly that I never saw or heard of
a single case of wilful naughtiness among all the children in the
Casa dei Bambini in Rome. And though I still cling unreasonably to
my superstition that there is, at least in some American children,
an irreducible minimum of the quality which our country people
picturesquely call “The Old Harry,” I am convinced that there is far,
far less of it than I supposed, and I am overcome with retrospective
remorse for all the children I have misjudged in the course of my life.

To put it statistically, I would estimate that out of every thousand
cases of “naughtiness” among little children, nine hundred and
ninety-nine are due to something else than a “bad” impulse in the
child’s heart. Old-wife wisdom has already reduced by one-half the
percentage of infantile wickedness, in its fireside proverb, “Give a
young one that’s acting bad something to eat and put him to bed. Half
the time he’s tired or starved and don’t know what ails him.”

It now seems likely that the other half of the time he is either hungry
for intellectual food, weary with the artificial stimulation of too
much mingling with adult life, or exasperated by perfectly unnecessary
insistence on a code of rules which has really nothing to do with the
question of right or wrong conduct. When it comes to choosing between
really right and really wrong conduct, apparently the majority of the
child’s natural instincts are for the really right, as is shown by his
real preference for the orderly, educating activity of the Children’s
Home over disorderly “naughtiness.” Our business should be to see to it
that he is given the choice.




CHAPTER XII

DIFFICULTIES IN THE WAY OF A UNIVERSAL ADOPTION OF THE MONTESSORI IDEAS


Now, of course, it is infinitely easier in the first place to cry
out to a child, “Oh, don’t be so careless!” than to consider thus
with painful care all the elements lacking in his training which
make him heedless, and throughout years of conscientious effort to
exercise the ingenuity necessary to supply those lacking elements.
But serious-minded parents do not and should not expect to find life
a flowery bed of ease, and it is my conviction that most of us will
welcome with heartfelt joy any possible solution of our desperately
pressing problems, even if it involves the process of oiling and
setting in motion the little-used machinery of our brains.

I am opposed in this optimistic conviction by that small segment of the
circle of my acquaintances composed of the doctors whom I happen to
know personally. They take a gloomy view of the matter and tell me that
their experience with human nature leads them to fear that the rules
of moral and intellectual hygiene of childhood, of this new system,
excellent though they are, will be observed with as little faithfulness
as the equally wise rules of physical hygiene for adults which the
doctors have been endeavoring vainly to have us adopt. They inform
me that they have learned that, if obedience to the laws of hygiene
requires continuous effort, day after day, people will not obey them,
even though by so doing they would avoid the pains and maladies which
they so dread. “People will take pills,” physicians report, “but they
will not take exercise. If your new system told them of some one or
two supreme actions which would benefit their children, quite a number
of parents would strain every nerve to accomplish the necessary feats.
But what you are telling them is only another form of what we cry so
vainly, namely that they themselves must observe nature and follow her
laws, and that no action of their doctors, wise though they may be, can
vicariously perform this function for them. You will see that your Dr.
Montessori’s exhortations will have as little effect as those of any
other physician.”

I confess that at first I was somewhat cast down by these pessimistic
prophecies, for even a casual glance over any group of ordinary
acquaintances shows only too much ground for such conclusions. But
a more prolonged scrutiny of just such a casually selected group of
acquaintances, and a little more searching inquiry into the matter has
brought out facts which lead to more encouraging ideas.

In the first place, the doctors are scarcely correct when they assume
that they have always been the repository of a wisdom which we laity
have obstinately refused to take over from them. Comparatively
speaking, it is only yesterday that the doctors themselves outgrew the
idea that pills were the divinely appointed cures for all ills. So
recent is this revolution in ideas that there are still left among us
in eddies, out of the main stream, elderly doctors who lay very little
of the modern fanatical stress on diet, and burn very little incense
before the modern altar of fresh air and exercise. It seems early in
the day to conclude that the majority of mankind will not take good
advice if it is offered them, a sardonic conclusion disproved by the
athletic clubs all over the country, the sleeping-porches burgeoning
out from large and small houses, the millions of barefooted children in
rompers, the regiments of tennis-playing adolescents and golf-playing
elders, the myriads of diet-studying housewives, the gladly accepted
army of trained nurses. We may not do as well as we might, but we
certainly have not turned deaf ears to all the exhortations of reason
and enlightenment.

Furthermore, beside the fact that doctors have been preaching “hygiene
against drugs” to us only a short time, it is to be borne in mind that,
as a class, they do not add to their many noble and glorious qualities
of mind and heart a very ardent proselytizing fervor. It seems to be
against the “temperament” of the profession. If you go to a doctor’s
office, and consult him professionally he will, it is true, tell you
nowadays not to take pills, but to take plenty of exercise and sleep,
to eat moderately, avoid worry, and drink plenty of pure water; but
you do not ever run across him preaching these doctrines from a
barrel-head on the street-corner, to all who will hear. The traditional
dignity of his profession forbids such Salvation Army methods. The
doctors of a town are apt, prudently, to boil the water used in their
own households and to advise this course of action to any who seek
their counsel, rather than to band together in an aggressive, united
company and make themselves disagreeably conspicuous by clamoring
insistently at the primaries and polls for better water for the town.
It is perhaps not quite fair to accuse us laity of obstinacy in
refusing advice which has been offered with such gentlemanly reserve.

Then, there is the obvious fact that doctors, like lawyers, see
professionally only the ailing or malcontents of the human family,
and they suffer from a tendency common to us all, to generalize from
the results of their own observation. Our own observation of our
own community may quite honestly lead us to the opposite of their
conclusions, namely that it is well worth while to make every effort
for the diffusion of theories which tend to improve daily life, since,
on the whole, people seem to have picked up very quickly indeed the
reasonable doctrine of the prevention of illness by means of healthy
lives. If they have done this, and are, to all appearances, trying
hard to learn more about the process, it is reasonable to hope that
they will catch at a similar reasonable mental and moral hygiene for
their children, and that they will learn to leave off the unnecessary
mental and moral restrictions, the unwise interference with the
child’s growth and undue insistence on conformity to adult ideas of
regularity, just as they have learned how to leave off the innumerable
layers of starched petticoats, the stiff scratchy pantalets, and
the close, smothering sunbonnets in which our loving and devoted
great-grandmothers required our grandmothers to grow up.

Lastly, there is a vital element in the situation which is perhaps
not sufficiently considered by people anxious to avoid the charge of
sentimentality. This element is the strength of parental affection,
perhaps the strongest and most enduring passion which falls to the
lot of ordinary human beings. Only a Napoleon can carry ambition to
the intensity of a passion. Great, overmastering love between man
and woman is not so common as our romantic tradition would have us
believe. In the world of religion, saints are few and far between.
Most of us manage to live without being consumed by the reforming
fever of those rare souls who suffer under injustice to others as
though it were practised on themselves. But nearly every house which
contains children, shelters also two human beings the hard crust of
whose natural egotism and moral sloth has been at least cracked by the
shattering force of this primeval passion for their young, two human
beings, who, no matter how low their position in the scale of human
ethical development, have in them to some extent that divine capacity
for willing self-sacrifice which comes, under other conditions, only
to the rarest and most spiritual-minded members of the race. It is
not sentimentality but a simple statement of fact to say that there
is in parents who take care of their own children (as most American
parents do) a natural fund of energy, patience, and willingness to
undergo self-discipline, which cannot be counted upon in any other
numerous class of people. The Montessori system, with its fresh, vivid
presentation of axiomatic truths, with a fervent hope of a practical
application of them to the everyday life of every child, addresses
itself to these qualities in parents; and, for the sound development
of its fundamental idea of self-education and self-government, trusts
not only to the wise conclaves of professional pedagogues, but to the
co-operation of the fathers and mothers of the world.




CHAPTER XIII

IS THERE ANY REAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE MONTESSORI SYSTEM AND THE
  KINDERGARTEN?


No one realizes more acutely than I that the composition of this
chapter presupposes an amount of courage on my part which it is perhaps
hardly exaggeration to call foolhardiness. That I am really venturing
upon a battleground is evident to me from the note of rather fierce
anticipatory disapproval which I hear in the voice of everyone who
asks me the question which heads this chapter. It always accented,
“_Is_ there any real difference between the Montessori system and the
kindergarten?” with the evident design of forcing a negative answer.

Oddly enough, the same reluctance to grant the possibility of anything
new in the Italian method characterizes the attitude of those who
intensely dislike the kindergartens, as well as that of its devoted
adherents. People who consider the kindergarten “all sentimental,
enervating twaddle” ask the question with a truculent tone which makes
their query mean, “This new system is just the same sort of nonsense,
isn’t it now?”; while those who feel that the kindergarten is one of
the vital, purifying, and uplifting forces in modern society evidently
use the question as a means of stating, “It can’t be anything
different from the best kindergarten ideas, for they are the best
possible.”

I have seen too much beautiful kindergarten work and have too sincere
an affection for the sweet and pure character of Froebel to have
much community of feeling with the rather brutal negations of the
first class of inquirers. If they can see nothing in kindergartens
but the sentimentality which is undoubtedly there, but which cannot
possibly, even in the most exaggerated manifestations of it, vitiate
all the finely uplifting elements in those institutions, it is of no
use to expect from them an understanding of a system which, like the
Froebelian, rests ultimately upon a religious faith in the strength of
the instinct for perfection in the human race.

It is therefore largely for the sake of people like myself, with a
natural sympathy for the kindergarten, that I am setting out upon the
difficult undertaking of stating what in my mind are the differences
between a Froebelian and a Montessori school for infants.

I must begin by saying that there are a great many resemblances, as
is inevitable in the case of two methods which work upon the same
material--children from three to six. And of course it is hardly
necessary formally to admit that the ultimate aim of the two educators
is alike, because the aim which is common to them--an ardent desire to
do the best thing possible for the children without regard for the
convenience of the adults who teach them--is the sign manual throughout
all the ages, from Plato and Quintilian down, which distinguishes the
educator from the mere school-teacher.

There are a good many differences in the didactic apparatus and use of
it, some of which are too technical to be treated fully here, such as
the fact that Froebel, moved by his own extreme interest in crystals
and their forms, provides a number of exercises for teaching children
the analysis of geometrical forms, whereas Dr. Montessori thinks best
not to undertake this with children so young. Kindergarten children
are not taught reading and writing, and Montessori children are.
Kindergarten children learn more about the relations of wholes to parts
in their “number work,” while in the Casa dei Bambini there is more
attention paid to numbers in their series.

There are of course many other differences in technic and apparatus,
such as might be expected in two systems founded by educators separated
from each other by the passage of sixty years and by a difference in
race as well as by training and environment. This is especially true in
regard to the greater emphasis laid by Dr. Montessori on the careful,
minute observation of the children before and during any attempt to
instruct them. Trained as she has been in the severely unrelenting
rule for exactitude of the positive sciences, in which intelligent
observation is elevated to the position of the cardinal virtue
necessary to intellectual salvation, her instinct, strengthened since
then by much experience, was to give herself plenty of time always
to examine the subject of her experimentation. Just as a scientific
horticulturist observes minutely the habits of a plant before he tries
a new fertilizer on it, and after he has made the experiment goes on
observing the plant with even more passionately absorbed attention,
so Dr. Montessori trains her teachers to take time, all they need, to
observe the children before, during, and after any given exercise. This
is, of course, the natural instinct of Froebel, of every born teacher,
but the routine of the average school or kindergarten gives the teacher
only too few minutes for it, not to speak of the long hours necessary.

On the other hand, even in the details of the technic, there is much
similarity between the two systems. Some of the kindergarten blocks are
used in Montessori “sensory exercises.” In both institutions the ideal,
seldom attained as yet, is for the systematic introduction of gardening
and the care of animals. In both the children play games and dance
to music; some regular kindergarten games are used in the Casa dei
Bambini; in both schools the first aim is to make the children happy;
in neither are they reproved or punished. Both systems bear in every
detail the imprint of extreme love and reverence for childhood. And yet
the moral atmosphere of a kindergarten is as different from that of a
Casa dei Bambini as possible, and the real truth of the matter is that
one is actually and fundamentally opposed to the other.

To explain this, a few words of comment on Froebel, his life, and
the subsequent fortunes of his ideas may be useful. These facts are
so well known, owing to the universal respect and affection for this
great benefactor of childhood, that the merest mention of them will
suffice. The dates of his birth and death are significant, 1782-1852,
as is a brief bringing to mind of the intensely German Protestant
piety of his surroundings. He died sixty years ago, and a great deal
of educational water has flowed under school bridges since then. He
died before anyone dreamed of modern scientific laboratories, such
as those in which the Italian educator received her sound, practical
training, a training which not only put at her disposition an amount of
accurate information about the subject of her investigation which would
have dazzled Froebel, but formed her in the fixed habit of inductive
reasoning which has made possible the brilliant achievements of modern
positive sciences, and which was as little common in Froebel’s time as
the data on which it works. That he felt instinctively the needs for
this solid foundation is shown by his craving for instruction in the
natural sciences, his absorption of all the scanty information within
his reach, his subsequent deep meditation upon this information, and
his attempts to generalize from it.

Another factor in Froebel’s life which scarcely exists nowadays was
the tradition of physical violence and oppression towards children.
That this has gradually disappeared from the ordinary civilized family,
is partly due to the general trend away from physical oppression of all
sorts, and partly to Froebel’s own softening influence, for which we
can none of us feel too fervent a gratitude. He was forced to devote
considerable of his energy to combating this tendency, which was not a
factor at all in the problems which confronted Dr. Montessori.

Some time after his death his ideas began to spread abroad not only
in Europe (the kindergartens of which I know nothing about, except
that they are very successful and numerous), but also in the United
States, about whose numerous and successful kindergartens we all know a
great deal. The new system was taken up by teachers who were intensely
American, and hence strongly characterized by the American quality of
force of individuality. It is a universally accepted description of
American women (sometimes intended as a compliment, sometimes as quite
the reverse) that, whatever else they are, they are less negative, more
forceful, more direct, endowed with more positive personalities than
the women of other countries. These women, full of energy, quivering
with the resolution to put into full practice all the ideas of the
German educator whose system they espoused, “organized a campaign for
kindergartens” which, with characteristic thoroughness, determination,
and devotion, they have carried through to high success.

They, and the educators among men who became interested in the
Froebelian ideas, have been by no means willing to consider all
advance impossible because the founder of the system is no longer
with them. They have been progressively and intelligently unwilling
to let 1852 mark the culmination of kindergarten improvement, and
they have changed, and patched, and added to, and taken away from the
original method as their best judgment and the increasing scientific
data about children enabled them. This process, it goes without
saying, has not taken place without a certain amount of friction.
Naturally everyone’s “best judgment” scarcely coincided with that of
everyone else. There have been honest differences of opinion about the
interpretation of scientific data. True to its nature as an essentially
religious institution, the kindergarten has undergone schisms, been
rent with heresies, has been divided into orthodox and heterodox,
into liberals and conservatives, although the whole body of the work
has gone constantly forward, keeping pace with the increasing modern
preoccupation with childhood.

Indeed it seems to me that one may say without being considered
unsympathetic that it has now certain other aspects of a popular,
prosperous religious sect, among which is a feeling of instinctive
jealousy of similar regenerating influences which have their origin
outside the walls of the original orthodox church.

Undoubtedly they have some excuse in the absurdly exaggerated current
reports and rumors of the miracles accomplished by the Montessori
apparatus; but it seems to outsiders that what we have a right to
expect from the heads of the organized, established kindergarten
movement is an open-minded, unbiased, and extremely minute and thorough
investigation into the new ideas, rather than an inspection of popular
reports and a resultant condemnation. It is because I am as much
concerned as I am astonished at this attitude on their part that I am
venturing upon the following slight and unprofessional discussion of
the differences between the typical kindergarten and the typical Casa
dei Bambini.

To begin with, kindergarteners are quite right when they cry out that
there is nothing new in the idea of self-education, and that Froebel
stated as plainly as Montessori does that the aim of all education is
to waken voluntary action in the child. For that matter, what educator
worthy of the name has not felt this? The point seems to be, not that
Froebel states this vital principle any less clearly, but so much less
forcibly than the Italian educator. Not foreseeing the masterful women,
with highly developed personalities, who were to be the apostles of his
ideas in America, and not being surrounded by the insistence on the
value of each individuality which marks our modern moral atmosphere,
it did not occur to him, apparently, that there was any special
danger in this direction. For, of course, our modern high estimate of
the value of individuality results not only in a vague though growing
realization of the importance of safeguarding the nascent personalities
of children, but in a plenitude of strongly marked individualities
among the adults who teach children, and in a fixed habit of using the
strength of this personality as a tool to attain desired ends.

The difference in this regard between the two educators may perhaps be
stated fancifully in the following way: Froebel gives his teachers,
among many other maxims to hang up where they may be constantly in
view, a statement running somewhat in this fashion: “All growth must
come from a voluntary action of the child himself.” Dr. Montessori not
only puts this maxim first and foremost, and exhorts her teachers to
bear it incessantly in mind during the consideration of any and all
other maxims, but she may be supposed to wish it printed thus: “All
growth must come from a VOLUNTARY action of the child HIMSELF.”

The first thing she requires of a directress in her school is a
complete avoidance of the center of the stage, a self-annihilation,
the very desirability (not to mention the possibility) of which has
never occurred to the kindergarten teacher whose normal position is
in the middle of a ring of children with every eye on her, with every
sensitive, budding personality receiving the strongest possible
impressions from her own adult individuality. Without the least
hesitation or doubt, she has always considered that her part is to make
that individuality as perfect and lovable as possible, so that the
impression the children get from it may be desirable. The idea that
she is to keep herself strictly in the background for fear of unduly
influencing some childish soul which has not yet found itself, is an
idea totally unheard of.

I find in a catalogue of kindergarten material this sentence in
praise of some new device. “It obviates the need of supervision on
the part of the teacher _as far as is consistent with conscientious
child-training_.” Now the Montessori ideal is a device which shall
be so entirely self-corrective that absolutely no interference by
the teacher is necessary as long as the child is occupied with it.
I find in that sentence the keynote of the difference between the
two systems. In the kindergarten the emphasis is laid, consciously,
or unconsciously, but very practically always, on the fact that the
teacher teaches. In the Casa dei Bambini the emphasis is all on the
fact that the child learns.

In the beginning of her study the kindergarten teacher is instructed,
it is true, as a philosophic consideration, that Pestalozzi held and
Froebel accepted the dictum that, just as the cultivator creates
nothing in his trees and plants, so the educator creates nothing in the
children under his care. This is duly set down in her note-book, but
the apparatus given her to work with, the technic taught her, what she
sees of the work of other teachers, the whole tendency of her training
goes to accentuate what is already racially strong in her temperament,
a fixed conviction of her own personal and individual responsibility
for what happens about her. She feels keenly (in the case of nervous
constitutions, crushingly) the weight of this responsibility, really
awful when it is felt about children. She has the quick, energetic,
American instinct to _do_ something herself, at once to bring about a
desired condition. She is the swimmer who does not trust heartily and
wholly to the water to keep him up, but who stiffens his muscles and
exhausts himself in the attempt by his own efforts to float. Indeed,
that she should be required above all things to do nothing, not to
interfere, is almost intellectually inconceivable to her.

This, of course, is a generalization as inaccurate as all
generalizations are. There are some kindergarten teachers with great
natural gifts of spiritual divination, strengthened by the experiences
of their beautiful lives, who feel the inner trust in life which
is so consoling and uplifting to the Montessori teacher. But the
average American kindergarten teacher, like all the rest of us average
Americans, needs the calming and quieting lesson taught by the great
Italian educator’s reverent awe for the spontaneous, ever-upward,
irresistible thrust of the miraculous principle of growth.

In spite of the horticultural name of her school the ordinary
kindergarten teacher has never learned the whole-hearted, patient faith
in the long, slow processes of nature which characterizes the true
gardener. She is not penetrated by the realization of the vastness
of the forces of the human soul, she is not subdued and consoled by
a calm certainty of the rightness of natural development. She is far
gayer with her children than the Montessori teacher, but she is really
less happy with them because, in her heart of hearts, she trusts them
less. She feels a restless sense of responsibility for each action of
each child. It is doubtless this difference in mental attitude which
accounts for the physical difference of aspect between our pretty,
smiling, ever-active, always beckoning, nervously conscientious
kindergarten teacher, always on exhibition, and the calm, unhurried
tranquillity of the Montessori directress, always unobtrusively in the
background.

The latter is but moving about from one little river of life to
another, lifting a sluice gate here for a sluggish nature, constructing
a dam there to help a too impetuous nature to concentrate its forces,
and much of the time occupied in quietly observing, quite at her
leisure, the direction of the channels being constructed by the
different streams. The kindergarten teacher tries to do this, but she
seems obsessed with the idea, unconscious for the most part, that it
is, after all, her duty to manage somehow to increase the flow of the
little rivers by pouring into them some of her own superabundant
vital force. In her commendable desire to give herself and her whole
life to her chosen work, she conceives that she is lazy if she ever
allows herself a moment of absolute leisure, and unoccupied, impersonal
observation of the growth of the various organisms in her garden. She
must be always helping them grow! Why else is she there? she demands
with a wrinkled brow of nervous determination to do her duty, and with
the most honest, hurt surprise at any criticism of her work.

It is possible that this tendency in American kindergartens is not only
a result of the American temperament, but is inherent in Froebel’s
original conception of the kindergarten as the place where the child
gets his real social training, as opposed to the home where he gets
his individual training. Standing midway between Fichte with his hard
dictum that the child belongs wholly to the State and to society, and
Pestalozzi’s conviction that he belongs wholly to the family, Froebel
thought to make a working compromise by dividing up the bone of
contention, by leaving the child in the family most of the time, but
giving him definite social training at definite hours every day.

Now there is bound to be, in such an effort, some of the same danger
involved in a conception of religious life which ordains that it
shall be lived chiefly between half-past ten and noon on every Sunday
morning. It may very well happen that a child does not feel social
some morning between nine and eleven, but would prefer to pursue
some laudable individual enterprise. It may be said that the slight
moral coercion involved in insisting that he join in one of the group
games or songs of the kindergarten is only good discipline, but the
fact remains that coercion has been employed, even though coated with
sweet and coaxing persuasion, and the picture of itself conceived by
the kindergarten as a place of the spontaneous flowering of the social
instinct among children has in it some slight pretense. In the Casa dei
Bambini, on the other hand, the children learn the rules and conditions
of social life as we must all learn them, and in the only way we all
learn them, and that is by _living socially_.

The kindergarten teacher, set the task of seeing that a given number
of children engage in social enterprises practically all the time
during a given number of hours every day, can hardly be blamed if she
is convinced that she must act upon the children nearly every moment,
since she is required to round them up incessantly into the social
corral. The long hours of the Montessori school and the freedom of
the children, living their own everyday lives as though they were (as
indeed they are) in their own home, make a vital difference here. The
children, in conducting their individual lives in company with others,
are reproducing the actual conditions which govern social life in the
adult world. They learn to defer to each other, to obey rules, even to
rise to the moral height of making rules, to sink temporarily their
own interests in the common weal, not because it is “nice” to do this,
not because an adored, infallible, lovely teacher supports the doctrine
by her unquestioned authority, not because they are praised and petted
when they do, but (and is not this the real grim foundation of laws for
social organization?) because they find they cannot live together at
all without rules which all respect and obey.

In other words, when there is some real occasion for formulating or
obeying a law which facilitates social life, they formulate it and obey
it from an inward conviction, based on genuine circumstances of their
own lives, that they must do so, or life would not be tolerable for any
of them; and when there is no genuine occasion for their making this
really great sacrifice for the common weal, they are left, as we all
desire to be left, to the pursuit of their own lives. No artificial
occasion for this sacrifice is manufactured by the routine of the
school--an artificial occasion which is apt to be resented by the
stronger spirits among children even as young as those of kindergarten
age. They feel, as we all do, that there is nothing intrinsically
sacred or valuable about the compromises necessary to attain peaceable
social life, and that they should not be demanded of us except when
necessary. Crudely stated, Froebel’s purpose seems to have been that
the child should, in two or three hours at a given time every day, do
his social living and have it over with. And although this statement
is both unsympathetic and incomplete, there is in it the germ of a
well-founded criticism of the method which many of us have vaguely
felt, although we have not been able to formulate it before studying
the principles of a system which seems to avoid this fault.

A conversation I had in Rome with an Italian friend, not in sympathy
with the Montessori ideas, illustrates another phase of the difference
between the average kindergarten and the Casa dei Bambini. My friend is
a quick, energetic, positive woman who “manages” her two children with
a competent ease which seems the most conclusive proof to her that her
methods need no improvement. “Oh, no, the Case dei Bambini are quite
failures,” she told me. “The children themselves don’t like them.” I
recalled the room full of blissful babies which I had come to know so
well, and looked, I daresay, some of the amused incredulity I felt, for
she went on hastily, “Well, _some_ children may. Mine never did. I had
to put both the boy and the girl back into a kindergarten. My little
Ida summed up the whole matter. She said, ‘Isn’t it queer how they
treat you at a Casa dei Bambini! They ask me, “Now which would you like
to do, Ida, this, or this?” It makes me feel so queer. I want somebody
to _tell_ me what to do!’”

My friend went on to generalize, quite sure of her ground, “That’s the
sweet and natural child instinct--to depend on adults for guidance.
That’s how children _are_, and all the Dr. Montessoris in the world
can’t change them.”

The difference between that point of view and Dr. Montessori’s is the
fundamental difference between the belief in aristocracy, and the value
of authority for its own sake, which still lingers among conservatives
even in our day, and the whole-hearted belief in democracy which is
growing more and more pronounced among most of our thinkers.

Ida is being trained under her mother’s masterful eye to carry on
docilely what an English writer has called “the dogmatic method with
its demand for mechanical obedience and its pursuit of external
results.” She is acquiring rapidly the habit of standing still until
somebody tells her what to do, and she has already acquired an
unquestioning acquiescence in the illimitable authority of somebody
else, anyone who will speak positively enough to regulate her life in
all its details. In other words, a finely consistent little slave is
being manufactured out of Ida, and if in later years she should develop
more of her mother’s forcefulness, it will waste a great deal of its
energy in a wild, unregulated revolt against the chains of habit with
which she finds herself loaded, and in the end will probably wreak
itself on crushing the individuality out of her children in their turn.

Sweet little four-year-old Ida, freed for a moment from the twilight
cell of her passive obedience, and blinking pitifully in the free
daylight of the Casa dei Bambini, is a figure which has lingered long
in my memory and has been one of the factors inducing me to undertake
the perhaps too ambitious enterprise of writing this book.

In still another way the Montessori insistence on spontaneity of the
children’s action safeguards them, it seems to me, against one of the
greatest dangers of kindergarten life, and obviates one of the justest
criticisms of the American development of Froebel’s method, namely
overstimulation and mental fatigue. When I first thoroughly grasped
this fundamental difference, I was reminded of the saying of a wise old
doctor who, when I was an intense, violently active girl of seventeen,
had given me some sound advice about how to lift the little children
with whom I happened to be playing: “Don’t take hold of their hands to
swing them around!” he cried to me. “You can’t tell when the strain
may be too great for their little bones and tendons. You may do them
a serious hurt. Have them take hold of your hands! And when they’re
tired, they’ll let go.”

[Illustration: INSETS AROUND WHICH THE CHILD DRAWS, AND THEN FILLS IN
THE OUTLINE WITH COLORED CRAYONS.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

It now seems to me that in the kindergarten the teachers are the ones
who take hold of the children’s hands, and in the Casa dei Bambini
it is the other way about. What Dr. Montessori is always crying to
her teachers is just the exhortation of my old doctor. What she is
endeavoring to contrive is a system which allows the children to
“let go” when they themselves, each at a different time, feel the
strain of effort. The kindergarten teacher is making all possible
conscientious efforts to train herself to an impossible achievement,
namely to know (what of course she never can know with certainty) when
each child loses his spontaneous interest in his exercises or game. She
is as genuinely convinced as the Montessori directress that she must
“let go” at that moment, but she is not trained so to take hold of the
child that he himself makes that all-important decision.

It is true that the best kindergarteners learn from years of experience
(which involves making mistakes on a good many children) about when,
in general, to let go; but not the most inspired teacher can tell, as
the child himself does, when the strain is first felt in the immature,
undeveloped brain. And it is this margin of possibility of mistake
on the part of the best kindergarten teachers which results only too
frequently, with our nervous, too responsive American children, in the
flushed faces and unnaturally bright eyes of the little ones who return
to us after their happy, happy morning in the kindergarten, unable to
eat their luncheons, unable to take their afternoon naps, quivering
between laughter and tears, and finding very dull the quiet peace of
the home life.

This observation finds any amount of confirmatory evidence in the
astonishingly great diversity in mental application among children
when really left to their own devices. There is no telling how long or
how short a time any given play or game will hold their attention,
and both kindergarteners and Montessori teachers agree that it is of
value only so long as it really does genuinely hold their attention.
Some children are interested only so long as they must struggle against
obstacles, and once the enterprise runs smoothly, have no further use
for it. With others, the pleasure seems to increase a hundredfold when
they are once sure of their own ability.

For it is by no means true that the kindergarten teacher is always apt
to continue a given game or exercise too long. It is only too long for
some of the children. There are apt to be others whom she deprives,
by her discontinuation of the game, of an invigorating exercise which
they crave with all their might, and which they would continue, if
left free to follow their own inclination, ten times longer than she
would dare to think of asking them to do. The pertinacity of children
in some exercise which happens exactly to suit their needs is one of
the inevitable surprises to people observing them carefully for the
first time. Since my attention has been called to it, I have observed
this crazy perseverance on unexpected occasions in all children acting
freely. Not long ago a child of mine conceived the idea of climbing up
on an easy-chair, tilting herself over the arm, sliding down into the
seat on her head, and so off in a sprawling heap on the floor. I began
to count the number of times she went through this extremely violent,
fatiguing, and (as far as I could see) uninteresting exercise, and
was fairly astounded by her obstinacy in sticking to it. She had done
it thirty-four times with unflagging zest, shouting and laughing
to herself, and was apparently going on indefinitely when, to my
involuntary relief, she was called away to supper.

In Rome I remember watching a little boy going through the exercises
with the wooden cylinders of different sizes which fit into
corresponding holes (page 70). He worked away with a busy, serene,
absorbed industry, running his forefinger around the cylinders and
then around the holes, until he had them all fitted in. Then with no
haste, but with no hesitation, he emptied them all out and began over
again. He did this so many times that I felt an impatient fatigue at
the sight of the laborious little creature, and turned my attention
elsewhere. I had counted up to the fourteenth repetition of his feat
before I stopped watching him, and when I glanced back again, a quarter
of an hour later, he was still at it. All this, of course, without
a particle of that “minimum amount of supervision consistent with
conscientious child-training.” He was his own supervisor, thanks to
the self-corrective nature of the apparatus he was using. If he put a
cylinder in the wrong hole he discovered it himself and was forced to
think out for himself what the trouble was.

Dr. Montessori says (and I can easily believe her from my own
experience) that nothing is harder for even the most earnest and
gifted teachers to learn than that their duty is not to solve all the
difficulties in the way of the children, or even to smooth these out
as much as possible, but on the contrary expressly to see to it that
each child is kept constantly supplied with difficulties and obstacles
suitable to his strength.

A kindergarten teacher tries faithfully to teach her children so that
they will not make errors in their undertakings. She holds herself
virtually responsible for this. With a Puritan conscientiousness she
blames herself if they do make mistakes, if they do not understand,
by grasping her explanation, all the inwardness of the process under
consideration, and she repeats her explanations with unending patience
until she thinks they do. The Montessori teacher, on the other hand,
confines herself to pointing out to the child what the enterprise
before him is. She does not, it is true, drop down before him the
material for the Long Stair and leave him to guess what is to be
done with it. She herself constructs the edifice which is the goal
desired. She makes sure that he has a clear concept of what the task
is, and then she mixes up the blocks and leaves him to work out his own
salvation by the aid of the self-corrective material.

Dr. Montessori has a great many amusing stories to tell of her
first struggles with her teachers to make them realize her point of
view. Some of them became offended, and resolved, since they were
not allowed to help the children, to do nothing at all for them, a
resolution which resulted naturally in a state of things worse than
the first. It was very hard for them to learn that it was their part
to set the machinery of an exercise in motion and then let the child
continue it himself. I quite appreciate the difficulty of learning the
distinction between directing the children’s activity and teaching them
each new step of every process. My own impulse made me realize the
truth of Dr. Montessori’s laughing picture of the teacher’s instinctive
rush to the aid of some child puzzling over the geometric insets, and
I knew, from having gone through many such profuse, voluble, vague,
confusing explanations myself, that what they always said was, “No, no,
dear; you’re trying to put the round one in the square hole. See, it
has no corners. Look for a hole that hasn’t any corners, etc., etc.”
It was not until I had sat by a child, restraining myself by a violent
effort of self-control from “correcting” his errors, and had seen
the calm, steady, untiring hopeful perseverance of his application,
untroubled and unconfused by adult “aid,” that I was fully convinced
that my impulse was to meddle, not to aid. And I admit that I have many
backslidings still.

Half playfully and half earnestly, I am continually quoting to myself
the curious quatrain of the Earl of Lytton, a verse which I think may
serve as a whimsical motto for all of us energetic American mothers and
kindergarteners who may be trying to learn more self-restraint in our
relations with little children:

  “Since all that I can do for thee
  Is to do nothing, this my prayer must be,
  That thou mayst never guess nor ever see
  The all-endured, this nothing-done costs me.”




CHAPTER XIV

MORAL TRAINING


A perusal of the methods of the Montessori schools and of the
philosophy underlying them may lead the reader to question if under
this new system the child is regarded as a creature with muscular and
intellectual activities only, and without a soul. While the sternest
sort of moral training is given to the parent or teacher who attempts
to use the Montessori system, apparently very little is addressed
directly to the child.

Nothing could more horrify the founder of the system than such an idea.
No modern thinker could possibly be more penetrated with reverence for
the higher life of the spirit than she, or could bear its needs more
constantly in mind.

Critics of the method who claim that it makes no direct appeal to the
child’s moral nature, and tends to make of him a little egotist bent
on self-development only, have misapprehended the spirit of the whole
system.

One answer to such a criticism is that conscious moral existence, the
voluntary following of spiritual law, being by far the rarest, highest,
and most difficult achievement in human life, is the one which
develops latest, requires the longest and most careful preparation and
the most mature powers of the individual. It is not only unreasonable
to expect in a little child much of this conscious struggle toward the
good, but it is utterly futile to attempt to force it prematurely into
existence. It cannot be done, any more than a six-months baby can be
forced to an intellectual undertaking of even the smallest dimension.

As a matter of fact, a normal child under six is mostly a little
egotist bent on self-development, and to develop himself is the best
thing he can do, both for himself and others, just as the natural
business of a healthy child under a year of age is to extract all the
physical profit possible out of the food, rest, care, and exercise
given him. And yet even here, the line between the varieties of
growth--physical, intellectual, and moral--is by no means hard and
fast. The six-months baby, although living an almost exclusively
physical life, in struggling to co-ordinate the muscles of his two arms
so that he can seize a rattle with both hands, is battling for the
mastery of his brain-centers, just as the three-year-old, who leads a
life composed almost entirely of physical and intellectual interests,
still, in the instinct which leads him to pity and water a thirsty
plant, is struggling away from that exclusive imprisonment in his own
interests and needs which is the Old Enemy of us all. The fact that
this altruistic interest is not an overmastering passion which moves
him to continuous responsible care for the plant, and the other fact
that, even while he is giving it a drink, he has very likely forgotten
his original purpose in the fascinations of the antics of water poured
out of a sprinkling-pot, should not in the least modify our recognition
of the sincerely moral character of his first impulse.

Now, sincerity in moral impulse is a prerequisite to healthy moral
life, the importance of which cannot be overstated by the most swelling
devices of rhetoric. It is an essential in moral life as air is in
physical life; in other words moral life of any kind is entirely
impossible without it. Hypocrisy, conscious or unconscious, is a far
worse enemy than ignorance, since it poisons the very springs of
spiritual life, and yet few things are harder to avoid than unconscious
hypocrisy. A realization of this truth is perhaps the explanation of a
recent tendency in America for fairly intelligent, fairly conscientious
parents utterly to despair of seeing any light on this problem, and
to attempt to solve it by running away from it, to throw up the whole
business in dismay at its difficulty, to attempt no moral training at
all because so much that is given is bad, and to “let the children go,
until they are old enough to choose for themselves.”

It is possible that this method, chosen in desperation, bad though it
obviously is, is better than the older one of attempting to explain to
little children the mysteries of the ordering of the universe before
which our own mature spirits pause in bewildered uncertainty. The
children of six who conceive of God as a policeman with a long white
beard, oddly enough placed in the sky, lying on the clouds, and looking
down through a peephole to spy upon the actions of little girls and
boys, have undoubtedly been cruelly wronged by the creation of this
grotesque and ignoble figure in their little brains, a figure which,
so permanent are the impressions of childhood, will undoubtedly, in
years to come, unconsciously render much more difficult a reverent
and spiritual attitude towards the Ultimate Cause. But because this
attempt at spiritual instruction is as bad as it can be, it does
not follow that the moral nature of the little child does not need
training fitted to its capacities, limited though these undoubtedly
are in early childhood. There is no more reason for leaving a child to
grow up morally unaided by a life definitely designed to develop his
moral nature, than for leaving him to grow up physically unaided by
good food, to expect that he will select this instinctively by his own
unaided browsings in the pantry among the different dishes prepared for
the varying needs of his elders.

The usual method by which bountiful Nature, striving to make up for
our deficiencies, provides for this, is by the action of children upon
each other. This factor is, of course, notably present in the Casa dei
Bambini in the all-day life in common of twenty children. In families
it is especially to be seen in the care and self-sacrifice which older
children are obliged to show towards younger ones. But in our usual
small prosperous American families, this element of enforced moral
effort is often wanting. Either there are but one or two children, or
if more, the younger ones are cared for by a nurse, or by the mother
sufficiently free from pressing material care to give considerable
time to the baby of the family. And on the whole it must be admitted
that Nature’s expedient is at best a rough-and-ready one. Though the
older children may miss an opportunity for spiritual discipline, it is
manifestly better for the baby to be tended by an adult.

But there are other organisms besides babies which are weaker than
children, and the care for plants and animals seems to be the natural
door through which the little child may first go forth to his lifelong
battle with his own egotism. It is always to be borne in mind that
the Case dei Bambini now actually existing are by no means ideal
embodiments of Dr. Montessori’s ideas (see page 227). She has not had
a perfectly free hand with any one of them and herself says constantly
that many phases of her central principle have never been developed
in practice. Hence the absence of any special morally educative
element in the present Casa dei Bambini does not in the least indicate
that Dr. Montessori has deliberately omitted it, any more than the
perhaps too dryly practical character of life in the original Casa
dei Bambini means anything but that the principle was being applied
to very poor children who were in need, first of all, of practical
help. For instance, music and art were left out of the life there,
simply because, at that time, there seemed no way of introducing them.
It is hard for us to realize that the whole movement is so extremely
recent that there has not been time to overcome many merely material
obstacles. In the same way, although circumstances have prevented Dr.
Montessori from developing practically the Casa dei Bambini as far in
the direction of the care of plants and animals as she would like, she
is very strongly in favor of making this an integral and important part
of the daily life of little children.

In this she is again, as in so many of the features of her system, only
using the weight of her scientific reputation to force upon our serious
and respectful attention means of education for little children which
have all along lain close at hand, which have been mentioned by other
educators (Froebel has, of course, his elder boys undertake gardening),
but of which, as far as very young children go, our recognition has
been fitful and imperfect. She is the modern doctor who proclaims with
all the awe-compelling paraphernalia of the pathological laboratory
back of him, that it is not medicine, but fresh air which is the cure
for tuberculosis. Most parents already make some effort to provide pets
(if they are not too much trouble for the rest of the family) with a
vague, instinctive idea that they are somehow “good for children,”
but with no conscious notion of how this “good” is transferred or how
to facilitate the process; and child-gardens are not only a feature
of some very advanced and modern schools and kindergartens, but are
provided once in a while by a family, although nearly always, as in
Froebel’s system, for older children. But as those institutions are
now conducted in the average family economy, the little child gets
about as casual and irregular an opportunity to benefit by them as the
consumptive of twenty years ago by the occasional whiffs of fresh air
which the protecting care of his nurses could not prevent from reaching
him. The four-year-old, as he and his pets are usually treated, _does
not feel real responsibility_ for his kitten or his potted plant and,
missing that, he misses most of the good he might extract from his
relations with his little sisters of the vegetable and animal world.

Our part, therefore, in this connection, is to catch up the hint which
the great Italian teacher has let fall and use our own Yankee ingenuity
in developing it, always bearing religiously in mind the fundamental
principle of self-education which must underlie any attempt of ours to
adapt her ideas to our conditions. For, of course, there is nothing
new in the idea of associating children with animals and plants--an
idea common to nearly all educators since the first child played with
a puppy. What is new is our more conscious, sharpened, more definite
idea, awakened by Dr. Montessori’s penetrating analysis, of just
how these natural elements of child-life can be used to stimulate a
righteous sense of responsibility. Our tolerant indifference towards
the children’s dogs and cats and guinea-pigs, our fatigued complaint
that it is more bother than it is worth to prepare and oversee the
handling of garden-plots for the four- and five-year-olds, would be
transformed into the most genuine and ardent interest in these matters,
if we were penetrated with the realization that their purposeful use
is the key to open painlessly and naturally to our children the great
kingdom of self-abnegation. There is not, as is apt to be the case
with dolls, a more or less acknowledged element of artificiality, even
though it be the sweet “pretend” mother-love for a baby doll. The
children who really care for plants and animals are in a sane world
of reality, as much as we are in caring for children. Their services
are of real value to another real life. The four-year-old youngster
who rushes as soon as he is awake to water a plant he had forgotten
the day before, is acting on as genuine and purifying an impulse of
remorse and desire to make amends as any we feel for a duty neglected
in adult life. The motives which underlie that most valuable moral
asset, responsibility, have been awakened, exercised, strengthened far
more vitally than by any number of those Sunday morning “serious talks”
in which we may try fumblingly and futilely from the outside to touch
the child’s barely nascent moral consciousness. The puppy who sprawls
destructively about the house, and the cat who is always under our feet
when we are in a hurry, should command respectful treatment from us,
since they are rehearsing quaintly with the child a first rough sketch
of the drama of his moral life. The more gentleness, thoughtfulness,
care, and forbearance the little child learns to show to this creature,
weaker than himself, dependent on him, the less difficult he will find
the exercise of those virtues in other circumstances. He is forming
spontaneously, urged thereto by a natural good impulse of his heart,
a moral habit as valuable to him and to those who are to live with
him, as the intellectual habits of precision formed by the use of the
geometric insets.

Of course, he will in the first place form this habit of unvarying
gentleness towards plants and animals, only as he forms so many other
habits, in simian imitation of the actions of those about him. He must
absorb from example, as well as precept, the idea that plants and
animals, being dependent on us, have a moral right to our unfailing
care--a conception which is otherwise not suggested to him until he is
several years older and has back of him the habit of several years of
indifference toward this duty of the strong.

And so here is our hard-working Montessori parent embarked upon the
career of animal-rearing, as well as child-training, with the added
difficulty that he must care for the animals _through_ the children,
and resist stoutly the almost invincible temptation to take over
this, like all other activities which belong by right to the child,
for the short-cut reason that it is less trouble. If this impulse of
the parent be followed, the mere furry presence will be of no avail
to the child, except casually. The kitten must be the little girl’s
kitten if she is really to begin the long preparation which will lead
her to the steady and resolute self-abnegations of maternity, the
preparation which we hope will make her generation better mothers than
we undisciplined and groping creatures are.

As for plant-life, the Antæus-like character of humanity is too well
known to need comment. We are all healthier and saner and happier
if we have not entirely severed our connection with the earth, and
it is surprising that, recognizing this element as consciously as
we do, we have made so comparatively little systematic and regular
use of it in the family to benefit our little children. It is not
because it is very hard to manage. What has been lacking has been some
definite, understandable motive to make us act in this way, beyond
the sentimental notion that it is pretty to have flowers and children
together. No one before has told us quite so plainly and forcibly that
this observation of plants and imaginative sympathy with their needs
is the easiest and most natural way for little minds to get a first
general notion of the world’s economy, the struggle between helpful and
hurtful forces, and of the duty of not remaining a passive onlooker at
this strife, but of entering it instinctively, heartily throwing all
one’s powers on the side of the good and useful.

I know a child not yet quite three, who, by the maddeningly persistent
interrogations characteristic of his age, has succeeded in extracting
from a pair of gardening elders an explanation of the difference
between weeds and flowers, and who has been so struck by this
information that he has, entirely of his own volition, enlisted himself
in the army of natural-born reformers. With the personal note of very
little children, who find it so impossible to think in terms at all
abstract, he has constructed in his baby mind an exciting drama in the
garden, unfolding itself before his eyes; a drama in which he acts, by
virtue of his comparatively huge size and giant strength, the generous
rôle of _deus ex machina_, constantly rescuing beauty beset by her
foes. He throws himself upon a weed, uproots it, and casts it away with
the righteously indignant exclamation, “Horrid old weed! Stop eating
the flowers’ dinner!”

I do not think that it can be truthfully said that there are no moral
elements in his life. He is a baby Sir Galahad, with roses for his
maidens in distress. He has felt and exercised and strengthened the
same impulse that drove Judge Lindsey to his battle for the children
of Denver against the powers of graft. He has recognized spontaneously
his duty to aid the good and useful against their enemies, the
responsibility into which he was born when he opened his eyes upon the
world of mingled good and evil.

All this is not a fanciful literary flight of the imagination. It is
not sentimentality. It is calling things by their real names. Because
the little child’s capacity for a genuine moral impulse is small and
has, like all his other capacities, little continuity, is no reason
why we should not think clearly about it and recognize it for what it
is--the key to the future. Because he “makes a play” of his good action
and is not priggishly aware of his virtue is all the more reason for us
to be thankful, for that is a proof of its unforced existence in his
spirit. Just as the child “makes a play” out of his geometric insets,
and is not pedantically aware that he is acquiring knowledge, so, to
take an instance from the Casa dei Bambini, the little girls who set
the tables and bring in the soup are only vastly interested in the
fun of “playing waitress.” It is their elders who perceive that they
are unconsciously and painlessly acquiring the habit of willing and
instinctive service to others, which will aid them in many a future
conscious and painful struggle against their own natural selfishness
and inertia.

This use of the sincerely common life in the Children’s Home to promote
sincerely social feeling among the children has been mentioned in the
preceding chapter. It is one of the most vitally important of the
elements in the Montessori schools. The genuine, unforced acceptance
by the children of the need for sacrifices by the individual for the
good of all, is something which can only be brought about by genuinely
social life with their equals, such as they have in the Children’s Home
and not elsewhere. We must do the best we can in the family-life by
seeing that the child shares as much as possible and as sincerely as
possible in the life of the household. But at home he is inevitably
living with his inferiors, plants, animals, and babies; or his
superiors, older children and adults; whereas in the Children’s Home
he is living as he will during the rest of his life, mostly with his
equals. And it is in the spontaneous adjustments and compromises of
this continuous life with his equals that he learns most naturally,
most soundly, and most thoroughly, the rules governing social life.

As for moral life, it seems to me that we need neither make a vain
attempt to subscribe to a too-rosy belief in the unmixed goodness
of human nature, and blind ourselves to the saddening fact that the
battle against one’s egotism is bound to be painful, nor, on the other
hand, go back to the grim creed of our forefathers, that the sooner
children are thrust into the thick of this unending war the better,
since they must enter it sooner or later. The truth seems to lie in
its usual position, between two extremes, and to be that children
should be strengthened by proper moral food, care, and exercises suited
to their strength, and allowed to grow slowly into adult endurance
before they are forced to face adult moral problems; and that we may
protect them from too great demands on their small fund of capacity for
self-sacrifice by allowing them and even encouraging them to wreathe
their imaginative “plays” about the self-sacrificing action, provided,
of course, that we keep our heads clear to make sure that the “plays”
do not interfere with the action.

It is well to make a plain statement to the child of five, that he is
requested to wipe the silver-ware because it will be of service to
his mother (if he is lucky enough to have a mother who ever does so
obviously necessary and useful a thing as to wash the dishes herself),
but it is not necessary to insist that this conception of service shall
uncompromisingly occupy his mind during the whole process. It does no
harm if, after this statement, it is suggested that the knives and
forks and spoons are shipwrecked people in dire need of rescue, and
that it would be fun to snatch them from their watery predicament and
restore them safely to their expectant families in the silver-drawer.
By so doing we are not really confusing the issue, or “fooling” the
child into a good action, if clear thinking on the part of adults
accompany the process. We are but suiting the burden to the childish
shoulders, but inducing the child-feet to take a single step, which is
all that any of us can take at one time, in the path leading to the
service of others.

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Most of this chapter has been drawn from Montessori ideas by inference
only, by the development of hints, and it is probable that other
mothers, meditating on the same problems, may see other ways of
applying the principle of self-education and spontaneous activity
to this field of moral life. It is apparent that the first element
necessary, after a firm grasp on the fundamental idea that our children
must do their own moral as well as physical growing, and after a
vivid realization that the smallest amount of real moral life is
better than much simulated and unreal feeling, is clear thinking on
our part, a definite notion of what we really mean by moral life, a
definition which will not be bounded and limited by the repetition of
committed-to-memory prayers. This does not mean that simple nightly
aspirations to be a good child the next day may not have a most
beneficial effect on even a very young child and may satisfy the first
stirrings to life of the religious instinct, as much as the constant
daily kindnesses to plants and animals satisfy the ethical instinct.
This latter, however, at his age, is apt to be vastly more developed
and more important than the religious instinct.

Indeed the religious instinct, which apparently never develops in some
natures, although so strong in others, is in all cases slow to show
itself and, like other slowly germinating seeds, should not be pushed
and prodded to hasten it, but should be left untouched until it shows
signs of life. Our part is to prepare, cultivate, and enrich the nature
in which it is to grow.




CHAPTER XV

DR. MONTESSORI’S LIFE AND THE ORIGIN OF THE CASA DEI BAMBINI


Dr. Montessori and the average American parent are as different in
heredity, training, and environment as two civilized beings can very
well be. Every condition surrounding the average American child is
as materially different as possible from those about the children in
the original Casa dei Bambini. Hence the usual sound rule that the
individuality and personal history of the scientist do not concern the
student of his work does not hold in this case. The conditions in Rome
where Dr. Montessori has done her work, differ so entirely from those
of ordinary American life, in the conduct of which we hope to profit by
her experiments, that it is only fair to Americans interested in her
work, to give them some notion of the varying influences which have
shaped the career of this woman of genius.

This is so especially in her case, because, as a nation, we are
more ignorant of modern Italian life than of that of any great
European nation. Modern Italy, wrestling with all the problems
of modern industrial and city life grafted upon an age-old
civilization, endeavoring to enlighten itself, to take the best
from twentieth-century progress without losing its own individual
virtues, this is a country as unknown to us as the regions of the
moon. And yet to understand Dr. Montessori’s work and the vicissitudes
of her undertakings, we must have at least a summary knowledge that
the Italian world of to-day is in a curious ferment of antiquated
prejudices and highly progressive thought.

To us, as a rule, Rome is “The Eternal City” of our school-Latin days,
whereas, in reality, it is, for all practical purposes as a city, much
more recent than New York--about as old, let us say, as Detroit. But
Detroit planted its vigorously growing seedling in the open ground and
not in a cracked pot of small dimensions. Hence the problems of the
two modern cities are dissimilar. I heard it suggested by a man of
authority in the Italian government that a great mistake had been made
when the modern capital of Italy had been dumped down upon the heap of
historic ruins which remained of ancient Rome. It had been bad for the
ruins and very hard on the modern capital. If a site had been selected
just outside the walls of old Rome, a nineteenth-century metropolis
could have sprung up with the effortless haste with which our own
Middle Western plains have produced cities. One thing is certain, Dr.
Montessori’s Case dei Bambini would not have taken their present form
under other conditions, and this is what concerns us here.

But before the origin of the Case dei Bambini is taken up, a brief
biography of their creator will help us to understand her development.
Her early life, before her choice of a profession, need not interest
us beyond the fact that she is the only child of devoted parents,
not materially well-to-do. Now, as a result of a too-rapid social
transformation among the Italians, the “middle class” population forms
a much smaller proportion of the inhabitants of Italy than in other
modern nations. One result of this condition is that the brilliant
daughter of parents not well-to-do, finds it much harder to pass into a
class of associates and to find an intellectual background which suits
her nature, than a similarly intellectual and original American girl.
Even now in Italy such a girl is forced to fight an unceasing battle
against social prejudice and intellectual inertia. It can be imagined
that when Dr. Montessori was the beautiful, gifted girl-student of
whom older Romans speak with enthusiasm or horror, according to the
centuries in which they morally live, her will-power and capacity for
concentration must have been finely tempered in order not to break in
the long struggle.

Judging by the talk one hears in Rome about the fine, youthful fervor
of Dr. Montessori’s early struggle against conditions hampering her
mental and spiritual progress, she is a surviving pioneer of social
frontier prejudice, who has emerged from the battle with pioneer
conditions endowed with the hickory-like toughness of intellectual
fiber of will and of character which is the reward of sturdy pioneers.
Certain it is that her battles with prejudices of all sorts have
hardened her intellectual muscles and trained her mental eye in the
school of absolute moral self-dependence, that moral self-dependence
which is the aim and end of her method of education and which will be,
as rapidly as it can be realized, the solvent for many of our tragic
and apparently insoluble modern problems.

It is hard for an American of this date to realize the bomb-shell
it must have been to an Italian family a generation ago when its
only daughter decided to study medicine. So rapidly have conditions
surrounding women changed that there is no parallel possible to be made
which could bring home to us fully the tremendous will-power necessary
for an Italian woman of that time and class to stick to her resolution.
The fangs of that particular prejudice have been so well-nigh
universally drawn that it is safe to say that an American family
would see its only daughter embark on the career of animal-tamer,
steeple-jack, or worker in an iron foundry, with less trepidation than
must have shadowed the early days of Dr. Montessori’s medical studies.
One’s imagination can paint the picture from the fact that she was
the first woman to obtain the degree of Doctor of Medicine, from the
University of Rome, an achievement which was probably rendered none
the easier by the fact that she was both singularly beautiful and
singularly ardent.

After graduation she became attached, as assistant doctor, to the
Psychiatric Clinic at Rome. At that time, one of the temporary
expedients of self-modernizing Italy was to treat the idiot and
feeble-minded children in connection with the really insane, a
rough-and-ready classification which will serve vividly to illustrate
the desperate condition of Italy of that date. The young medical
graduate had taken up children’s diseases as the “specialty” which no
self-respecting modern doctor can be without, and naturally in her
visits to the insane asylums (where the subjects of her Clinic lived),
her attention was attracted to the deficient children so fortuitously
lodged under the same roof.

I go into the details of the oblique manner in which she embarked
upon the prodigious undertaking of education without any conscious
knowledge of the port toward which she was directing her course, in
order to bring out clearly the fact that she approached the field of
pedagogy from an entirely new direction, with absolutely new aims and
with a wholly different mental equipment from those of the technically
pedagogical, philosophic, or social-reforming persons who have labored
so conscientiously in that field for so many generations.

This young doctor, then, trained by hard knocks to do her own thinking
and make her own decisions, found that her absorbed study of abnormal
and deficient children led her straight along the path taken by the
nerves from their unregulated external activities to the brain-centers
which rule them so fitfully. The question was evidently of getting
at the brain-centers. Now the name of the process of getting at
brain-centers is one not usually encountered in the life of the
surgeon. It is education.

The doctor at work on these problems was all the time in active
practice as a physician, an influence in her life which is not to be
forgotten in summing up the elements which have formed her character.
She was performing operations in the hospitals, taking charge of grave
diseases in her private practice, exposing herself to infection of all
sorts in the infectious wards of the hospitals, liable to be called up
at any hour of the night to attend a case anywhere in the purlieus of
Rome. It was a soldier tried and tested in actual warfare in another
part of the battle for the betterment of humanity, who finally took
up the question of the training of the young. She parted company with
many of her fellow-students of deficient children, and faced squarely
the results of her reasoning. Not for her the position aloof, the
observation of phenomena from the detached standpoint of the distant
specialist. If nervous diseases of children, leading to deficient
intellectual powers, could be best attacked through education, the
obvious step was to become an educator.

She gave up her active practice as a physician which had continued
steadily throughout all her other activities, and accepted the post
of Director of the State Orthophrenic School (what we would call an
Institute for the Feeble-Minded), and, throwing herself into the work,
heart and soul, with all the ardor of her race and her own temperament,
she utilized her finely-tempered brain and indomitable will, in
the hand-to-hand struggle for the actual amelioration of existing
conditions. For years she taught the children in the Asylum under her
care, devoting herself to them throughout every one of their waking
hours, pouring into the poor, cracked vases of their minds the full,
rich flood of her own powerful intellect. All day she worked with her
children, loved to idolatry by them, exhausting herself over their
problems like the simplest, most unthinking, most unworldly, and devout
sister of charity; but at night she was the scientist again, arranging,
classifying, clarifying the results of the day’s observation, examining
with minute attention the work of all those who had studied her
problems before her, applying and elaborating every hint of theirs,
every clue discovered in her own experiments.

Those were good years, years before the world had heard of her, years
of undisturbed absorption in her work.

Then, one day, as such things come, after long, uncertain efforts, a
miracle happened. A supposedly deficient child, trained by her methods,
passed the examinations of a public school with more ease, with higher
marks than normal children prepared in the old way. The miracle
happened again and again and then so often that it was no longer a
miracle, but a fact to be foretold and counted on with certainty.

Then the woman with the eager heart and trained mind drew a long breath
and, determining to make this first success only the cornerstone of a
new temple, turned to a larger field of action, the field to which her
every unconscious step had been leading her, the education, no longer
only of the deficient, but of all the normal young of the human race.

It was in 1900 that Dr. Montessori left the Scuola Ortofrenica, and
began to prepare herself consciously and definitely for the task
before her. For seven years she followed a course of self-imposed
study, meditation, observation, and intense thought. She began by
registering as a student of philosophy in the University of Rome and
turned her attention to experimental psychology with especial reference
to child-psychology. The habit of her scientific training disposed her
naturally as an accompaniment to her own research to examine thoroughly
the existing and recognized authorities in her new field. She began to
visit the primary schools and to look about her at the orthodox and
old-established institutions of the educational world with the fresh
vision only possible to a mind trained by scientific research to abhor
preconceived ideas and to come to a conclusion only after weighing
actual evidence.

No more diverting picture can be imagined than the one presented
by this keen-eyed, clear-headed scientist surveying, with an
astonishment which must have been almost dramatically apparent, the
rows of immobile little children nailed to their stationary seats
and forced to give over their natural birth-right of activity to a
well-meaning, gesticulating, explaining, always fatigued, and always
talking teacher. It was evident at a glance that she could not find
there what she had hoped to find, that first prerequisite of the modern
scientist, a prolonged scrutiny of the natural habits of the subject of
investigation. The entomologist seeking to solve some of the farmer’s
problems, spends years with a microscope, studying the habits of the
potato and of the potato-bug before he tries to invent a way to help
the one and circumvent the other. But Dr. Montessori found, so to
speak, that all the potatoes she tried to investigate were being grown
in a cellar. They grew, somehow, because the upward thrust of life is
invincible, but their pale shoots gave no evidence of the possibility
of the sturdy stems, which a chance specimen or two escaped by a stroke
of luck from the cellar, proved to be possible for the whole species.

At the same time that she was making these amazed and disconcerted
visits to the primary schools, she was devouring all the books which
have been written on her subject. My own acquaintance with works on
pedagogy is limited, but I observe that people who do know them do
not seem surprised that this thoroughly trained modern doctor, with
years of practical teaching back of her, should have found little aid
in them. Two highly valuable authorities she did find, significantly
enough doctors like herself, one who lived at the time of the French
Revolution and one perhaps fifty years later. She tells us in her book
what their ideas were and how strongly they modified her own; but as we
are here chiefly concerned with the net result of her thought, it would
not be profitable to go exhaustively into the investigation of her
sources. It is enough to say that most of us would never in our lives
have heard of those two doctors if she had not studied them.

We have now followed the course of Dr. Montessori’s life until it
brings us back to that chaotic, ancient-modern Rome, mentioned a few
paragraphs above, struggling with all sorts of modern problems of city
life. The housing of the very poor is a question troublesome enough,
even to Detroit or Indianapolis with their bright, new municipal
machinery. In Rome the problem is complicated by the medieval standards
of the poor themselves as to their own comfort; by the existence of
many old rookeries where they may roost in unspeakable conditions
of filth and promiscuity; and by the lack of a widespread popular
enlightenment as to the progress of the best modern communities. But,
though Italian public opinion as a whole seems to be in a somewhat
dazed condition over the velocity of changes in the social structure,
there is no country in the world which has more acute, powerful, or
original intelligences and consciences trained on our modern problems.
All the while that Dr. Montessori had been trying to understand the
discrepancy between the rapid advance of idiot children under her
system and the slow advance of normal children under old-fashioned
methods, another Italian, an influential, intelligent, and patriotic
Roman, Signor Edoardo Talamo, was studying the problem of bettering at
once, practically, the housing of the very poor.

He had decided what to do and had done it, when the line of his
activity and that of Dr. Montessori’s met in one of those apparently
fortuitous combinations of elements destined to form a compound which
is exactly the medicine needed for some unhealthy part of the social
tissue. The plan of Signor Talamo’s model tenements was so wise and so
admirably executed that, except for one factor, they really deserved
their name. This factor was the existence of a large number of little
children under the usual school age, who were left alone all day
while their mothers, driven by the grinding necessity which is the
rule in the Italian lower working classes, went out to help earn the
family living. These little ones wandered about the clean halls and
stairways, defacing everything they could reach and constantly getting
into mischief, the desolating ingenuity of which can be imagined by
any mother of small children. It was evident that the money taken to
repair the damage done by them would be better employed in preventing
them from doing it in the first place. Signor Talamo conceived the
simple plan of setting apart a big room in every one of his tenement
houses where the children could be kept together. This, of course,
meant that some grown person must be there to look after them.

Now Rome is, at least from the standpoint of a New Yorker or a
Chicagoan, a small city, where “everyone who is anyone knows everyone
else.” Although the sphere of Signor Talamo’s activity was as far
as possible from that of the pioneer woman doctor specializing in
children’s brain-centers, he knew of her existence and naturally enough
asked her to undertake the organization and the management of the
different groups of children in his tenement houses, collected, as far
as he was concerned, for the purpose of keeping them from scratching
the walls and fouling the stairways.

On her part Dr. Montessori took a rapid mental survey of these numerous
groups of normal children at exactly the age when she thought them most
susceptible to the right sort of education, and saw in them, as if sent
by a merciful Providence, the experimental laboratories which she so
much needed to carry on her work and which she had definitely found
that primary schools could never become.

The fusion of two elements which are destined to combine is not a long
process once they are brought together. How completely Dr. Montessori
was prepared for the opportunity thus given her can be calculated by
the fact that the first Casa dei Bambini was opened on the 6th of
January, 1907, and that now, only five years after, there arrive in
Rome, from every quarter of the globe, bewildered but imperious demands
for enlightenment on the new idea.

For it was at once apparent that the fundamental principle of
self-education, which had been growing larger and larger in Dr.
Montessori’s mind, was as brilliantly successful in actual practice
as it was plausible in abstract thought. Evidently entire freedom for
the children was not only better for the purposes of the scientific
investigator, but infinitely the best thing for the children. All
those meditations about the real nature of childhood, over which she
had been brooding in the long years of her study, proved themselves,
once put to the test, as axiomatic in reality as they had seemed. Her
theories held water. The children justified all her visions of their
capacity for perfectibility and very soon went far beyond anything even
she had conceived of their ability to teach and to govern themselves.
For instance, she had not the least idea, when she began, of teaching
children under six how to write. She held, as most other educators
did, that on the whole it was too difficult an undertaking for such
little ones. It was her own peculiar characteristic, or rather the
characteristic of her scientific training, of extreme openness to
conviction which induced her, after practical experience, to begin her
famous experiments with the method for writing.

The story of this startling revelation of unsuspected forces in human
youth and of the almost instant pounce upon it by the world, distracted
by a helpless sense of the futility and clumsiness of present methods
of education, is too well known to need a long recapitulation. The
first Casa dei Bambini was established in January, 1907, without
attracting the least attention from the public. About a year after
another one was opened. This time, owing to the marked success of
the first, the affair was more of a ceremony, and Dr. Montessori
delivered there that eloquent inaugural address which is reprinted in
the American translation of her book. By April of 1908, only a little
over a year after the first small beginning, the institution of the
Casa dei Bambini was discovered by the public, keen on the scent of
anything that promised relief from the almost intolerable lack of
harmony between modern education and modern needs. Pilgrims of all
nationalities and classes found their way through the filthy streets of
that wretched quarter, and the barely established institution, still
incomplete in many ways, with many details untouched, with many others
provided for only in a makeshift manner, was set under the microscopic
scrutiny of innumerable sharp eyes.

The result, as far as we are concerned, we all know: the rumors, vague
at first, which blew across our lives, then more definite talk of
something really new, then the characteristically American promptness
of response in our magazines and the almost equally prompt appearance
of an English translation of Dr. Montessori’s book.

And, so far, that is all we have from her, and for the present it is
all we can have, without taking some action ourselves to help her.
It is a strange situation, intensely modern, which could only have
occurred in this age of instantly tattling cables and telegrams. It
is, of course, a great exaggeration to say that all educated parents
and teachers in America are interested in the Montessori system, but
the proportion who really seem to be, is astonishing in the extreme
when one considers the very recent date of the beginning of the whole
movement. Over there in Rome, in a tenement house, a woman doctor
begins observations in an experimental laboratory of children, and in
five years’ time, which is nothing to a real scientist, her laboratory
doors are stormed by inquirers from Australia, from Norway, from
Mexico, and, most of all, from the United States. Teachers of district
schools in the Carolinas write their cousins touring in Europe to be
sure to go to Rome to see the Montessori schools. Mothers from Oregon
and Maine write, addressing their letters, “Montessori, Rome,” and
make demands for enlightenment, urgent, pressing, peremptory, and
shamelessly peremptory, since they conceive of a possibility that their
children, their own children, the most important human beings in the
world, may be missing something valuable. From innumerable towns and
cities, teachers, ambitious to be in the front of their profession,
are taking their hoarded savings from the bank and starting to Rome
with the naïve conviction that their own thirst for information is
sufficient guarantee that someone will instantly be forthcoming to
provide it for them.

[Illustration: WORD BUILDING WITH CUT-OUT ALPHABET.
                                       Copyright 1912, by Carl R. Byoir]

When they reach Rome, most of them quite unable to express themselves
in Italian or even in French, what do they find, all these tourists
and letters of inquiry, and adventuring school-mistresses? They find
a dead wall. They have an unformulated idea that they are probably
going to a highly organized institution of some sort, like our huge
“model schools” attached to our normal colleges, through the classrooms
of which an unending file of observers is allowed to pass. And they
have no idea whatever of the inevitability _with which Italians speak
Italian_.

They find--if they are relentlessly persistent enough to pierce
through the protection her friends try to throw about her--only Dr.
Montessori herself, a private individual, phenomenally busy with very
important work, who does not speak or understand a word of English,
who has neither money, time, or strength enough single-handed to cope
with the flood of inquiries and inquirers about her ideas. In order
to devote herself entirely to the great undertaking of transmuting
her divinations of the truth into a definite, logical, and scientific
system, she has withdrawn herself more and more from public life. She
has resigned from her chair of anthropology in the University of Rome,
and last year sent a substitute to do her work in another academic
position not connected with her present research--and this although
she is far from being a woman of independent means. She has sacrificed
everything in her private life in order to have, for the development of
her educational ideas, that time and freedom so constantly infringed
upon by the well-meaning urgency of our demands for instruction from
her.

She lives now in the most intense retirement, never taking a vacation
from her passionate absorption in her work, not even giving herself
time for the exercise necessary for health, surrounded and aided by a
little group of five devoted disciples, young Italian women who live
with her, who call her “mother,” and who exist in and for her and her
ideas, as ardently and whole-heartedly as nuns about an adored Mother
Superior. Together they are giving up their lives to the development
of a complete educational system based on the fundamental idea of
self-education which gave such brilliant results in the Casa dei
Bambini with children from three to six. For the past year, helped
spiritually by these disciples and materially by influential Italian
friends, Dr. Montessori has been experimenting with the application of
her ideas to children from six to nine, and I think it is no violation
of her confidence to report that these experiments have been as
astonishingly successful as her work with younger children.

It is to this woman burning with eagerness to do her work, absorbed
in the exhausting problems of intellectual creation, that students
from all over the world are turning for instruction in a phase of her
achievement which now lies behind her. The woman in the genius is
touched and heartened by the sudden homage of the world, but it is the
spirit of the investigating scientist which most often inhabits that
powerful, bulky, yet lightly poised body and looks out from those dark,
prophetic eyes; and from the point of view of the scientist, the world
asks too much when it demands from her that she give herself up to
normal teaching. For it must be apparent from the sketch of her present
position that she would need to give up her very life were she to
accede to all the requests for training teachers in her primary method,
since she is simply a private individual, has no connection with the
official educational system of her country, is at the head of no normal
school, gives no courses of lectures, and has no model schools of her
own to which to invite visitors. It is hard to believe her sad yet
unembittered statement that there is now in Rome not one primary school
which is entirely under her care, which she authorizes in all its
detail, which is really a “Montessori School.” There are, it is true,
some which she started and which are still conducted according to her
ideas in the majority of details, but not one where she is the leading
spirit.

There are a variety of reasons, natural enough when one has once
taken in the situation, which account for this state of things, so
bewildering and disconcerting to those who have come from so far to
learn at headquarters about the new ideas. The Italian Government,
straining to carry the heavy burdens of a modern State, feels
itself unable to undertake a radical and necessarily very costly
reorganization of its schools, the teachers very naturally fear
revolutionary changes which would render useless their hard-won
diplomas, and carry on against the new system a secret campaign which
has been so far successful. Hence it happens that investigators coming
from across seas have the not unfamiliar experience of finding the
prophet by no means head of the official religion of his own country.

In the other camp, fighting just as bitterly, are the Montessori
adherents, full of enthusiasm for her philosophy, devoting all
the forces at their command (and they include many of the highest
intellectual and social forces) to the success of the cause which they
believe to be of the utmost importance to the future of the race. It
can be seen that the situation is not orderly, calm, or in any way
adapted to dispassionate investigation.

And yet people who have come from California and British Columbia
and Buenos Ayres to seek for information, naturally do not wish to
go back to their distant homes without making a violent effort to
investigate. What they usually try to do is to force from someone in
authority a card of admission either to the Montessori school held
in the Franciscan Nunnery on the Via Giusti, or to another conducted
by Signora Galli among the children of an extremely poor quarter of
Rome, or, innocent and unaware, in all good faith go to visit the
institutions in the model tenements, still called Case dei Bambini.
But Dr. Montessori’s relations with those schools ceased in 1911 as a
result of an unfortunate disagreement between Signor Talamo and herself
in which, so far as an outsider can judge, she was not to blame; and
those infant schools are now thought by impartial judges to be far
from good expositions of her methods, and in many cases are actual
travesties of it. Furthermore, Dr. Montessori has now no connection
with Signora Galli’s schools. This leaves accessible to her care and
guided by her counsels only the school held in the Franciscan nunnery,
which is directed by Signorina Ballerini, one of Dr. Montessori’s own
disciples, as the nearest approach to a school under her own control
in Rome. This is, in many ways, an admirable example of the wonderful
result of the Montessori ideas and is a revelation to all who visit it.
But even here, though the good nuns make every effort to give a free
hand to Signorina Ballerini, it can be imagined that the ecclesiastical
atmosphere, which in its very essence is composed of unquestioning
obedience to authority, is not the most congenial one for the growth
of a system which uses every means possible to do away with dogma of
any sort, and to foster self-dependence and first-hand ideas of things.
More than this, if this school admitted freely all those who wish to
visit it, there would be more visitors than children on many a day.

It is not hard to sympathize with the searchers for information who
come from the ends of the earth, who stand aghast at this futile ending
of their long journey. And yet it would be the height of folly for the
world to call away from her all-important work an investigator from
whom we hope so much in the future. How can we expect her, against all
manner of material odds, to organize a normal school in a country with
a government indifferent, if not hostile to her ideas, to gather funds,
to rent rooms, to arrange hours, hire janitors, and lay out courses!

But the proselytizer who lives in every ardent believer makes her as
unreconciled to the state of things as we are. She is regretfully aware
of the opportunity to spread the new gospel which is being lost with
every day of silence, distressed at the thought of sending the pilgrims
away empty-handed, and above all naturally distracted with anxiety lest
impure, misunderstanding caricatures of her system spread abroad in
the world as the only answer to the demand for information about it.
Busy as she is with the most absorbing investigations, Dr. Montessori
is willing to meet the world halfway. If those who ask her to teach
them will do the tangible, comparatively simple work of establishing an
Institute of Experimental Pedagogy in Rome, the Dottoressa, for all
her concentration on her further research, will be more than willing to
give enough of her time for making the school as wonderful, beautiful,
and inspiring as only a Montessori school can be.

Our part should be to endeavor to learn from her what we can without
disturbing too much that freedom of life which is as essential to her
as to the children in her schools, to give generously to an Institute
of Experimental Pedagogy, and then freely allow her own inspiration to
shape its course. Surely the terms are not hard ones, and it is to be
hoped that the United States, with the genuine, if somewhat haphazard,
willingness to further the cause of education, which is perhaps our
most creditable national characteristic, will accept the offered
opportunity and divert a little of the money now being spent in America
on scientific investigation of every sort to this investigation so
vital for the coming generation. The need is urgent, the sum required
is not large, the opportunity is one in a century, and the end to be
gained valuable beyond the possibility of exaggeration, for, as Dr.
Montessori quotes at the end of the preface of her book, “Whoso strives
for the regeneration of education strives for the regeneration of the
human race.”

  NOTE.--Since this chapter was printed, I have heard the good news
  that satisfactory arrangements have been made by the Montessori
  American Committee with Dr. Montessori for a training class to be
  held in Rome for American teachers.




CHAPTER XVI

SOME LAST REMARKS


That there is little prospect of an immediate adoption in the United
States of Montessori ideas of flexibility and unhampered individual
growth is apparent to anyone who knows even slightly the hierarchic
rigidity of our system of education with its inexorable advance along
fixed fore-ordained lines, from the kindergarten through the primary
school, on through the high school to the Chinese ordeal of the college
entrance examination, an event which casts its shadow far down the line
of school-grades, embittering the intellectual activities and darkening
the life of teachers and pupils (even pupils who have not the faintest
chance of going to college) for years before the awful moment arrives.

All really good teachers have always been, as much as they were
allowed to be, some variety of what is called in this book “Montessori
teacher.” But as the State and private systems of education have
swollen to more and more unmanageable proportions, and have settled
into more and more exact and cog-like relations with each other,
teachers have found themselves required to “turn out a more uniform
product,” a process which is in its very essence utterly abhorrent to
anyone with the soul of an educator.

Our State system of education has come to such an exalted degree of
uniformity that a child in a third grade in Southern California can
be transported to a third grade in Maine, and find himself in company
with children being ground out in precisely the same educational
hopper he has left. His temperament, capacity, tastes, surroundings,
probable future and aspirations may be what you will, he will find all
the children about his age of all temperaments, tastes, capacities,
probable futures and aspirations practically everywhere in the United
States, being “educated” exactly as he was, in his original graded
school, wherever it was. School superintendents hold conferences of
self-congratulation over this “standardizing” of American education,
and some teachers are so hypnotized by this mental attitude on the
part of their official superiors, that they come to take pride in
the Procrustean quality of their schoolroom where all statures are
equalized, and to labor conscientiously to drive thirty or more
children slowly and steadily, like a flock of little sheep, with no
stragglers and no advance-guard allowed, along the straight road
to the next division, where another shepherdess, with the same
training, takes them in hand. There is a significant anecdote current
in school-circles, of an educator rising to address an educational
convention which had been discussing special treatment for mentally
slow and deficient children, and solemnly making only this pregnant
exclamation, “We have special systems for the deficient child, and the
slow child and the stupid child ... but _God help the bright child_!”

Now it is only fair to state that this mechanical exactitude of program
and of organization has been in the past of incalculable service in
bringing educational order out of the chaos which was the inevitable
result of the astoundingly rapid growth in population of our country.
Our educational system is a monument to the energy, perseverance, and
organizing genius of the various educational authorities, city, county,
and state superintendents and so on, who have created it. But like all
other complicated machines it needs to be controlled by master-minds
who do not forget its ultimate purpose in the fascination of its
smoothly-running wheels. That there is plenty of the right spirit
fermenting among educators is evident. For, even along with the mighty
development of this educational machine, has gone a steadily increasing
protest on the part of the best teachers and superintendents, against
its quite possible misuse.

Few people become teachers for the sake of the money to be made in that
business; it is a profession which rapidly becomes almost intolerable
to anyone who has not a natural taste for it; and, as a consequence
of these two factors, it is perhaps, of all the professions, the one
which has the largest proportion of members with a natural aptitude
for their lifework. With the instinctive right-feeling of human beings
engaged in the work for which they were born, a considerable proportion
of teachers have protested against the tacit demand upon them by the
machine organization of education, to make the children under their
care, all alike. They have felt keenly the essential necessity of
inculcating initiative and self-dependence in their pupils, and in many
cases have been aided and abetted in these heterodox ideas by more or
less sympathetic principals and superintendents; but the ugly, hard
fact remains, not a whit diminished for all their efforts, that the
teacher whose children are not able to “pass” given examinations on
given subjects, at the end of a given time, is under suspicion; and
the principal whose school is full of such teachers is very apt to
give way to a successor, chosen by a board of business-men with a cult
for efficiency. To advise teachers under such conditions to “adopt
Montessori ideas” is to add the grimmest mockery to the difficulties
of their position. All that can be hoped for, at present, in that
direction, is that the strong emphasis placed by the Montessori method
on the necessity for individual freedom of mental activity and growth,
may prove a valuable reinforcement to those American educators who are
already struggling along towards that goal.

This general state of things in the formal education of our country is
one of the many reasons why this book is addressed to mothers and not
to teachers. The natural development of Montessori ideas, the natural
results of the introduction of “Children’s Homes” into the United
States, without this already existing fixed educational organization
convinced of its own perfection, would be entirely in accord with the
general, vague, unconscious socialistic drift of our time. Little by
little, various enterprises which used to be private and individual,
are being carried on by some central, expert organization. This is
especially true as regards the life of women. One by one, all the old
“home industries” are being taken away from us. Our laundry-work,
bread-making, sewing, house-furnishing, and the like, are all done
in impersonal industrial centers far from the home. The education of
children over six has already followed this general direction and is
less and less in the hands of the children’s mothers. And now here is
the Casa dei Bambini, ready to take the younger children out of our
yearning arms, and sternly forbidding us to protest, as our mothers
were forbidden to protest when we, as girls, went away to college, or
when trained nurses came in to take the care of their sick children
away from them, because the best interests of the coming generation
demand this sacrifice.

But as things stand now, we mothers have a little breathing-space in
which to accustom ourselves gradually to this inevitable change in our
world. At some time in the future, society will certainly recognize
this close harmony of the successful Casa dei Bambini with the rest of
the tendencies of our times, and then there will be a need to address
a detailed technical book on Montessori ideas to teachers, for the
training of little children will be in their hands, as is already the
training of older children.

And then will be completed the process which has been going on so long,
of forcing all women into labor suitable to their varying temperaments.
The last one of the so-called “natural,” “domestic” occupations will be
taken away from us, and very shame at our enforced idleness will drive
us to follow men into doing, each the work for which we are really
fitted. Those of us who are born teachers and mothers (for the two
words ought to mean about the same thing) will train ourselves expertly
to care for the children of the world, collected for many hours a day
in school-homes of various sorts. Those of us who have not this natural
capacity for wise and beneficent association with the young (and many
who love children dearly are not gifted with wisdom in their treatment)
will do other parts of the necessary work of the world.

But that time is still in the future. At present our teachers can
no more adopt the utter freedom and the reverence for individual
differences, which constitute the essence of the “Montessori method,”
than a cog in a great machine can, of its own volition, begin to turn
backwards. And here is the opportunity for us, the mothers, perhaps
among the last of the race who will be allowed the inestimable delight
and joy of caring for our own little children, a delight and joy of
which society, sooner or later, will consider us unworthy on account of
our inexpertness, our carelessness, our absorption in other things, our
lack of wise preparation, our lack of abstract good judgment.

Our part, during this period of transition, is to seize upon
regenerating influences coming from any source, and shape them
with care into instruments which will help us in the great task of
training little children, a complicated and awful responsibility, our
pathetically inadequate training for which is offset somewhat by our
passionate desire to do our best.

We can collaborate in our small way with the scientific founder of
the Montessori method, and can help her to go on with her system
(discovered before its completion) by assimilating profoundly her
master-idea, and applying it in directions which she has not yet had
time finally and carefully to explore, such as its application to the
dramatic and æsthetic instincts of children.

Above all, we can apply it to ourselves, to our own tense and troubled
lives. We can absorb some of Dr. Montessori’s reverence for vital
processes. Indeed, possibly nothing could more benefit our children
than a whole-hearted conversion on our part to her great and calm trust
in life itself.




INDEX


  Adult analysis of children’s problems, 143, 147, 154.

  Animal training different from child training, 155.

  Apparatus:
    Big stair, 72, 100.
    Broad stair, 100.
    Buttoning-frames, 13, 15, 55, 134.
    Color spools, 73.
    Explanation of, 99 ff.
    Geometric insets, flat, 76.
    Geometric insets, solid, 70.
    How to use, 67 ff., 91, 92, 99.
    Long stair, 100, 192.
    The Tower, 71, 100.

  Age of children in Montessori schools, 8.

  Apathetic child, the, 41 ff.

  Arithmetic, beginnings of, 16, 100.


  “Bad child,” the, treatment of, 32.

  Big stair, the. See Apparatus.

  Buttoning-frames. See Apparatus.


  Democracy, basis of Montessori system, 118, 187.

  Discipline, 31, 141 ff.


  Exercises, gymnastic, 146, 148;
    for legs, 112;
    for balance, 113, 115, 149.

  Exercises, sensory:
    Baric, 65, 101.
    Blindfolded, 17.
    Color games, 74.
    Color matching, 73.
    Hearth-side seed-game, 110.
    In dimension, 16.
    In folding up, 107 ff.
    Instinctive desire for, 52-54.
    Not entire occupation of children, 68.
    Simplicity of, 54.
    In smelling, 64.
    Tactile, 59, 60, 100, 115.
    In tasting, 64.
    By use of water, 150, 151.
    By use of weights, 65, 101.


  Family life, how affected by Montessori system, 121.

  Freedom, 31, 103, 118, 119, 123, 131.


  Gardens, value of, in child-training, 201, 204.

  Geometric insets. See Apparatus.


  Individuality, respect for, of Montessori system, 40, 93.

  Interest, a prerequisite to education, 30, 94 ff., 190.


  Kindergarten compared with Montessori system, 20, 173, 179;
    as to self-annihilation of teacher, 180;
    as to absence of supervision, 180;
    as to social life of children, 184;
    as to overstimulation, 188, 189.


  Lesson of silence, 43 ff.

  Long stair. See Apparatus.


  Mental concentration, 143, 145.

  Music, 19.


  New pupils, 37 ff.

  Number of pupils in Montessori school, 8.


  Obedience, 155, 159, 161.

  Observation of children, necessity for, 92.

  Overstimulation, 188, 189.


  Patience of children, 137, 138, 190.

  Plants, care of, for children, 202, 204.


  Reading, 89.

  Responsibility, inculcation of, 34, 35, 69, 70, 136, 201.


  School day, length of, 37.

  School-equipment, 8, 59.

  Self-control of children, 142, 144, 145.

  Self-dependence of children, 23, 102, 110, 133, 137, 156, 186.

  Slowness of children, 21, 135.

  Social life of children, 184, 206, 207.

  Supervision, absence of, 10, 102, 103, 180, 191, 193.


  Theoretic basis of Montessori system, vi, 49, 56, 103, 120, 123,--see
    also under Democracy, Freedom, Interest, Individuality,
    Responsibility, Self-dependence.

  Touch, sense of, 57, 58;
    exercises for,--see Exercises, Sensory.

  Tower, the. See Apparatus.


  Writing, training for, beginnings of, 59;
    theory underlying, 79 ff.;
    alphabet, 82;
    spontaneous writing, 84;
    time required to learn, 87.




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FOOTNOTES:


[A] At first he traces only the outline of the inside figure. Later the
square frame is also outlined.

[B] A note here may perhaps clear up a possible misconception. It is
to be remembered that all these statements about the necessity for
interest in the child’s mind refer only to _educative_ processes.
Occasions may arise when it is desirable that a child shall do
something which does not interest him--for instance, sit still in a
railway train until the end of the journey. But no one need think that
he will ever acquire a taste for this occupation through being forced
to it.

[C] Postage on net books is 8% additional.




TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:


  Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.

  Emboldened text is surrounded by equals signs: =bold=.

  Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.

  Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.





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