At this very moment, buzzing away in the nether regions of my computer is a spanking new hard drive! At last, I’m back in business! No more locking up. No more inexplicable flickerings and flutterings. My computer and I are not only on speaking terms again, but we’re up late, swapping stories, just like old times. Fantastic!
It’s going to take me forever to catch up with all the goings on over on my Blogline feeds, so bear with me.
Being computer-less left me with some spare time (tongue firmly in cheek) for pondering the big issues (read: festering over stuff). Being close to Valentine’s Day and all, I’ve been thinking a lot about the messages my boys are getting about love, what it means, how it happens, how one behaves toward the opposite sex, etc.
I have to say, I think it’s a confusing world out there for a boy, and getting more confusing every day.
Here’s a couple of examples:
1) Is it just me, or has Valentine’s Day gone from this sweet little homemade construction paper/ crayon card-making day to the biggest guilt ridden, passive aggressive ploy for gifts ever?
I had the radio on today, while I made the boys lunch, and I’m not kidding, I heard commercial after commercial that made me want to scream, “NO NO NO! What the dickens is WRONG with you people?”
One warned men that all the friends of their wives and girlfriends were waiting to see what he’d get her. It admonished them to not be known as the loser, “be the guy who gets her a diamond for Valentine’s Day”.
Another one talked about sending a personalized teddy bear to her office so that her coworkers would be jealous.
I don’t even know what to say about that.
2) Does it bother you when kids are divided up to play games, boys vs. girls? It never bothered me before, when I was a kid, or when I was a teacher. Now that I’m raising boys though, trying to help them grow into honorable, valiant men, it just seems wrong to teach them, even subtly, that girls are the enemy. I have a hard time swallowing, “it’s only a game.”
Apparently, some little ears picked up on me discussing this with his daddy after church one Sunday. A few weeks later, when I picked up the oldest from Sunday school, his teacher said, “Let me tell you what your son said to me today.”
:: braces herself ::
“When it was time to divide up into teams for our game, he refused to play. He said that it wasn’t right to pit the boys and girls against each other all the time. He said that boys and girls should be working together, and you know what? He’s right. We divided up the teams differently.”
Now ordinarily I don’t condone refusing to do something your teacher asks of you, but I have to tell you, I was so proud of my kid. He’s actually kind of shy. He hates to stand out or draw attention to himself, so I know it was hard for him to stand up for what he thought was right. I don’t know if his stand will make any lasting changes, but I’m just so glad to see that he’s not afraid to speak his mind when he thinks that something isn’t right.
I think he’s going to make one fine Valentine someday.