I’m fearful that we forget about our boys.
That may be a convicting statement to lead with, but it’s something that concerns me, and I bet it might worry you too.
I scroll my Facebook newsfeed and scour the internet for an abundance of minutes a day including those very minutes I am expected to and should be present.
Article after article is about our daughters and how dire it is for us to raise them to be strong, self-sufficient, and capable. How crucial it is that they are encouraged to use their voice, own and tell their story, and never cower in the face of a man – one or many.
As a mother of two gorgeous – inside and out – daughters under the age of seven, I read all the articles.
I read them, and then I reread them, and I try my darnedest to use the suggestions, heed the advice, and pull out every ounce of wisdom and instruction that I can with the hopes that it may guide me to motherhood success in the raising girls department.
But, please hear this.
I have a boy, too.
He is four and a half, and he is my world.
He is funny, clever, super-intelligent, curious, excitable, and emotional.
He has the awe-inspiring ability – with hardly trying – to bring a smile to your face with one word or facial expression.
He is as authentic as they come and he wears his (and probably mine, as well) emotions on his sleeve, and they drive most of his actions throughout the day.
He is loving and giving and open-minded, and he already embodies so very many of the traits I seek to manifest in myself.
Yet, article after article is about raising daughters, not sons. And, when I do come across an essay on raising sons, it’s about how and why we need to raise our boys with particular values for the sake of the females and daughters of the world.
This is something I’m not entirely on board with.
Yes, I’m a happy passenger on the train that drives our children to the destination off being “good” human beings, but I don’t agree with the idea that we should be raising our boys (because in a collective sense, children of the world belong to all of us) a certain way for the benefit of the females of the world.
Our boys get to be their own benefit.
Our boys simply get to “be;” just like our girls.
There may be a plethora of men with unimpressive bad character roaming around these days, but, not by a long shot, are all men and boys morally deficient. This is not obvious to most because of the grand-scale of derogatory, unspecific, or general comments made about “boys these days”.
Listen, if I were to inform you about today’s boys based off of my four-foot main man and letting him just be, here’s what I would tell you.
Boys are the best.
Boys rock.
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