Flashback Friday: Raising Pansies
On the fifth day I kick back and pull up something from the archives. Here’s today’s contribution:
Since you have three sons, what are you doing to make sure your sons don’t grow up to be wimpy pansies?
Let’s get one thing straight: I’ll never be mistaken for the Brawny paper towel man. I can’t grow facial hair, I don’t carry an ax, and the idea of running fifty yards to score the game winning touchdown makes me want a nap (I don’t think Brawny man plays football, but you get the drift). That said, I think we rip our kids off when we neuter their gender-specific identities and don’t teach them how to be men (or women) from a young age. No, I wasn’t the guy that freaked out if my kid was playing with his girl cousin’s baby stroller (Two years old? Okay. 12 years old? Not so much.). But I believe that Merriem and I have a responsibility to raise our young men to be men.
