You know, as I look around the world, I think we could do with more boys who are raised to nurture, to love, to have empathy and compassion. If that means they are 'sissies' I think  that the label is the least of our worries. Â
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That said, my brother was raised by a feminist mother, as was I, Â who taught us both the value of nurturing and caring. Â She went to battle with my grandfather when he tried to take my older brother's blanket away, buzz cut his hair, and tell him to "Man Up!' like a Marine at age 4. Â She let my brother pick out pretty barrettes to wear in his hair when he was young and saw me wearing them as a baby and toddler. Â She taught hum that it was ok to be sensitive. Â Yes, he did get picked on in elementary school. Â He was a scrawly, geeky little guy who was the epitome of the word nerd- he rebelled against school by writing 'My mom likes me a lot.' on every paper for several months straight. Â He would have been that kind of kid no matter what. Â By middle school he grew taller, and had learned to use sarcasm to cut through the bullies. He learned to develop a core of friends who were smart and could think outside of the box. Â He went through high school bluring gender lines- playing the flute, wearing pink converse, with long hair and wearing an earring. He was active in drama, band, and debate.Â
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He's now pretty comfortable in his role as a very manly guy who drives a truck, builds stuff, facilitates major government negotiations regarding environmental policy with ranchers and farmers, and is finishing law school in a year. Â He has served in the military. He has a very 'normal' life.Â
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Had he not been raised with acceptance, and nurtured to see value in the person he was, he would not be the strong man he is as an adult. Â There would have been no safe refuge for him from the teasing he endured early on. Â He wouldn't have learned that you can be the person you are, and you will still have value within society.Â
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And now I have two little boys. Â One is unabashedly a boy-ish ball of destruction and dirt- snips and snails and puppy dog tails personified. Â The other is a very sweet, sensitive little guy who walked through the grocery store a few days ago carrying a pink poodle-purse stolen from his older sister and trying to put on a tutu. Â It's all a matter of who they are within, and whether as parents, we teach them to accept and value that unconditionally.Â
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(On an unrelated note- egad- the caps!!! Â Please locate the shift key.)