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The Way of Light

The Netherlands is a country known for itsreminiscent of its past when it was an
religious, ideological and ethnicalintegrated part of the monastery still
tolerance. But what is perhaps less known islocated in the adjacent building. A few monks
that it is also a country religiously dividedeven taught some classes there until as late
into a northern part dominated by a cultureas the early 80s. I will not draw out all the
of Calvinism and a southern part, which ispetty arguments, my naively offending
predominantly Catholic. Today, when peopleinquiries into the reasons for certain rules
speak of 'below the rivers' they refer to theand disciplinary measurements that followed,
Catholic provinces and when they talk aboutand the tensions between me and the school
'above the rivers' they are pointing to themaster and head teachers that arose. Enough
Calvinist provinces north of the geographicalto draw out a particular scene, which
border of the rivers Maas, Waal and Rhine,engrained itself in my precious and
which roughly run parallel to this historicalunraveling awareness as a budding teenager.
and cultural border.When the NetherlandsIt was this experience, which was to become
declared independence from Spain in 1579 bymy sobering 'way of light' while finding my
the Union of Utrecht and were recognized byway through the dreary labyrinth of the
the peace agreement with Spain by the signingworld.Once, we were given back our graded
of the Treaty of Munster in 1648, 'the LowLatin exam to review. We could take them home
Lands' (as the Netherlands is literallywith us, but had to hand them in the very
translated), did not include the southernnext day. Of course, it came to be that I
provinces. Only with the defeat of Napoleonforgot to pack my papers and I apologized,
and the Congress of Vienna in 1815 were thesepledging I would bring back the exam the next
provinces included, and not until 1831 whenday. But it caused my teacher great anger and
Belgium gained independence were the bordershe punished me by ordering me to hand copy
constituted that comprise the Netherlands asthe school's regulations and hand them in
we know it. Culturally though, the southernwith the exam the next day. Unfortunately
provinces and especially the province oftoo, I was the only student who had forgotten
Limburg (the hind leg of the Dutch lion)his exam and I suspected a personal vendetta
where I grew up belonged to the Catholicin his harsh and unreasonable punishment. Now
sphere of influence. Even in present day theI understand his reaction was a typical
Netherlands, it makes a huge difference inscholastic pedagogical method that must be
attitude and perspective on life if you arecommon in the Catholic training of a teacher,
from above or from below the rivers.As abut I also resented his incompetence as a
child I slept in the attic room of our home,pedagogue who failed to acknowledge the
which had 5 windows that looked likereasonable nature of the child I was.At first
embrasures cut out in the rooftop. In theI didn't, no couldn't, take his response
small distance that separated the small townserious and in a calm manner of disbelief I
of Papenhoven from adjoining Obbicht to thepolitely replied: 'I am sorry, I will return
south, I could see the church belfry in themy exam tomorrow.' I couldn't and still don't
center of town rising high above itssee the loss of returning the exam one day
surrounding, the short line of farms andlater, but it seemed to make a huge
single family houses of red brick stone anddifference for my teacher, who insisted.The
tilted tile roofs. Looking out of anext day I came to school and handed in my
'loophole' in my little fortress in theexam without the composition, which as a
attic, to the west I looked over fields ofresult accumulated to a doubling of the
golden grain stalks billowing like oceanwriting imposition for each extra day I was
waves to a slight breeze. From my window Ilate. In the following lessons again it was
could clearly see the river Maas cuttingdoubled until finally I was excluded from
through the landscape meandering along, andLatin classes overall and was called into the
at the other bank of the river, Belgium. Iprincipal's office to explain my behavior.The
lived on the narrowest stroke of land in theschool principal, Bitsch, had the posture of
Netherlands, where Belgium and Germanya saturated pig, adorned with a friendly
squeeze the hind leg of the Dutch lion. Onneighbor's smile, in which I hoped to find
the other side of our house was the Julianathe insight of reason. Maybe I should have
canal and only 2 or 3 miles further to theabandoned all hope the moment I entered his
east lay Germany, the old heartland ofoffice and heard him recite a quote from the
Charlemagne, buried in the nearby famous DomBible. Of course I forgot the quote, as I
of Aachen. Like in Belgium, most people inalso did not know the answer to his question
Limburg are Catholic, so are the schools, theof where in the Bible the quote was located.
soccer clubs and of course the 'fanfare', theHe provided the answer for me, although I
drill band to be found in each small town incould not know if he was sincere in
Limburg. The 'Episcopal College', myanswering, more than I had been. His
secondary school, was located in Sittard, a'compromise' was for me to copy the school
border town with Germany and 5 miles from myregulations ten times by hand, encouraging me
home. Diligently for almost 6 years, Ito be the wiser of the two and just swallow
bicycled every morning through themy pride. This halfhearted attempt to reason
alternating corn and grain fields, meadowsmade an even weaker impression upon me than
and small villages on my way to school.Ithe complete lack of it in my authoritative
never liked school very much, not even myLatin teacher Hanssen. The punishment was
Catholic primary school, the Saint Josephridiculous from the start and I could not
school. At first of course, I didn't thinksubmit myself to ridicule. The main
much of it, like small children never do. Theconclusion I drew from this was that my
world to small children is simply what existsenthusiasm for formal education definitively
immediately around them. To the young child'scracked and it was not long after this that I
mind, there is no other happiness than thewould drop out of the 'Episcopal
one that surrounds them. At Catholic schoolcurriculum.'Despite dropping out of school, I
we would say our prayers each morning beforenever lost my enthusiasm for learning.
lessons started, and on Friday and TuesdayHowever, I never lost my skepticism for
mornings the local priest would teach Bibleformal education and have become an
classes. All this constituted my childhoodautodidact by heart. I consider learning a
happiness in which I participatedlife-long obligation without end in the line
wholeheartedly like all children did, evenof Comenius' thought. I think back of my days
though my parents were from above the rivers,at school now with a certain bitterness for
and even though now the faithfulness ofthe professional pedagogues who could not
Catholicism is a strange entity to me. As arecognize a child's nature and instead of
young child I didn't give it much reflection,stimulating it to find its own path, they
nor could I. With the wisdom of hindsight, itattempted to curb and bend it to serve their
might look cruel that it was always Mohammed,own purpose. Nevertheless, I am a warmhearted
the Moroccan kid whom the substitute teachersupporter of education for all and the
used to pick on, until one day the teacher,principles promoted more than 400 years
holding him firmly by his neck, pushing himearlier by the Czech educational reformer Jan
out of the classroom, ended up busting hisAmos Comenius. Comenius was born in 1592 and
head through a glass panel in the door. Yet,brought up in Bohemia in the present day
I didn't think much of it. Now, of course ICzech Republic; and like I did, Comenius
recognize the scholastic methods ofsuffered from incompetent teachers as a
Jesuitism, and the dominance of structuredchild. But despite their incompetence, he
discipline in Catholicism at my school overgrew to love learning and proper education as
the Protestant's care for nurturing eachthe pillar of societal reform and human
child's inner nature and the diversity ofprogress.In a time of fierce religious
individual personalities. I didn't think muchconflicts, Comenius was the head of the Union
of it, even though my most profound schoolof Brethren, the first Reformed Church in
memory has always been boredom and aloofnessEurope, which followed the principles of the
from the Catholic methods of education.MyCzech reformer Jan Hus (1369-1415) and was
parents of course did not grow up in Limburg,brutally suppressed by the Jesuit King
but they moved there when I was barely a fewFerdinand of Habsburg. Despite the incredible
weeks old. They raised me in the progressivehardship he would suffer in life, from an
spirit of northern reformers like Comenius,early loss of parents, wife and children,
Rousseau and Froebel, allowing me as a younghome and experiencing the Habsburgian
child to explore my own needs, drives,contra-Reformist suppression and the
feelings and thoughts and form my owncruelties of the 30-Years War between the
personality freely and spontaneously. TheCatholic League and the Protestant German
only limitations I faced were the limitationsprinces, Comenius was able to find his way
of common reason, which were withoutout of the 'Labyrinth of the World' and
exception explained to me rationally afterregain the 'Paradise of the Heart'. His book
which it was left to me to decide on myof that title would become a classic in
actions AND bear the consequences thatEuropean literature, while Comenius himself
resulted from them. This of course was thegrew to become one of the most celebrated
worst preparation for attending a Catholiceducational reformers in history. He
school one can imagine, with its moreadvocated reforming the old medieval
rigorous perception of social hierarchy andscholastic method and introducing a more
educational method. Yet, alternatives tochild-friendly method of education, which in
attend other schools are scarce in Limburgour time has become so evident.Being a
unless you are able and willing to travelrefugee most of his life, Comenius was
more than an hour daily to reach one of thefinally settled in tolerant Amsterdam in 1556
few Montessori schools in the south. Thus, myuntil he died in 1570. He now lies buried in
parents being pragmatic and practical people,the Wallonian Church in Naarden, the
I completed Saint Joseph's elementary schoolNetherlands, a place of pilgrimage for many
and entered a Catholic secondary schoolCzechs, to whom Comenius is one of their
called the 'Episcopal College', a namebiggest national heroes.



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