My son is about to turn 14. I have enormously appreciated the men of this community as much as I’ve appreciated the men at our church for telling it like it is with boys.
He’s (in his mind) going to be a major league ice hockey player and in the off-season race Formula 1. In fact at dinner tonight, we all had a good laugh that he wants to…
My son is about to turn 14. I have enormously appreciated the men of this community as much as I’ve appreciated the men at our church for telling it like it is with boys.
He’s (in his mind) going to be a major league ice hockey player and in the off-season race Formula 1. In fact at dinner tonight, we all had a good laugh that he wants to dedicate a mass to Max VonSteppern (something or other too tired to look it up, races for Red Bull, I’m fairly certain). We told him, if he’s got $10 and is willing to go to the parish secretary, go for it. He kinda wants to in his contrary little mind. We loved it! Way to be contrary!
I’m SO much more calm about it now.
I draw the line at jumping out of a perfectly good airplane, but, I’m so much more relaxed and able to encourage him.
The men in our parish are great! He’s told to stand up straight, get your hands out of his pockets, stop picking at himself, stand still, and it’s SO VITAL that it’s not coming from me!
As soon as I really started experiencing the proper way of men, I’ve kinda told myself, I (somewhat - it’s not over, ever, as a parent) did my job and delivered him to men to teach him how to be.
The other half I still have to work on is civilizing him enough to get a girl so she can complete the job. We have a joke in our house when he’s being particularly teenage “someday, some girl”. When he complains about us, we just tell him that someday he can have the privilege of embarrassing his own kids and regale him with stories of stuff we’re still living down.
My son is about to turn 14. I have enormously appreciated the men of this community as much as I’ve appreciated the men at our church for telling it like it is with boys.
He’s (in his mind) going to be a major league ice hockey player and in the off-season race Formula 1. In fact at dinner tonight, we all had a good laugh that he wants to dedicate a mass to Max VonSteppern (something or other too tired to look it up, races for Red Bull, I’m fairly certain). We told him, if he’s got $10 and is willing to go to the parish secretary, go for it. He kinda wants to in his contrary little mind. We loved it! Way to be contrary!
I’m SO much more calm about it now.
I draw the line at jumping out of a perfectly good airplane, but, I’m so much more relaxed and able to encourage him.
The men in our parish are great! He’s told to stand up straight, get your hands out of his pockets, stop picking at himself, stand still, and it’s SO VITAL that it’s not coming from me!
As soon as I really started experiencing the proper way of men, I’ve kinda told myself, I (somewhat - it’s not over, ever, as a parent) did my job and delivered him to men to teach him how to be.
The other half I still have to work on is civilizing him enough to get a girl so she can complete the job. We have a joke in our house when he’s being particularly teenage “someday, some girl”. When he complains about us, we just tell him that someday he can have the privilege of embarrassing his own kids and regale him with stories of stuff we’re still living down.