I love boys…and men.
I love their sense of wonder and their curiousity. I love their sense of adventure.
I have two older brothers and I think their way of looking at things affected my way of looking at things. There isn’t a lot of room for drama with boys. There isn’t a lot of soul searching and talking for hours about feelings. Some women bemoan this. I welcome it.
I have enough going on in my own mind and heart to keep me busy for a lifetime with the soul searching. Not to mention all my friends and our hours of talking through the details of life. Sometimes I just want to laugh. Or go tubing. Or watch someone light off fireworks. Or drink a beer. Or ride in a boat. Or fish. Or just sit there.
I think a lot of women are always wondering “What is he thinking?” or “What is he worried about?” The answer to both those questions is “Nothing”. He’s just chillin’. Maybe he’s thinking about what’s for dinner or where he can get more fireworks or if there’s enough beer in the fridge, but really, he’s happy just “being”.
This is not to say men don’t have feelings or don’t worry. Obviously, they do. But when it’s time to relax and have fun, they know how to do it.
And we could learn a lot from them about being a friend. I’ve seen it with my son and my husband. Whoever is in the vicinity, is a friend. If you are near water or playing sports, everyone is included and encouraged. There is no hidden agenda or passive aggressive power plays. They make friends with total strangers because they are sitting by them at a game or in line with them for the diving board.
If you are a guy and acting like a jerk, the other guys will tell you so to your face. Maybe you’ll get punched or tackled or teased but it’s out there and then it’s over. You know where everyone stands.
My son is 9 and sometimes I hear him and his friends yelling at each other while playing Wii or Xbox. They are shouting and yelling and teasing. When I ask if everything’s okay, they look at me like, “What are you talking about? We are having fun!”
As for loyalty and supportiveness, my husband is king. If someone has wronged me or made me feel bad, he’s right on my side with the, “Who cares? Seriously…I love you, you’re great, forget it.” End of story. We don’t need to talk for hours about it. He’s got my back.
The other day I was pacing around the kitchen, not sure what to do with myself and I told my son I wasn’t sure what to do, there were so many things on the to-do list. He said, “Mom, do what you want to do…it’s summer!” (Like, Duh…enjoy yourself!)
I love the way they just are what they are. They’re comfortable in their own skin. They are not worrying about what they look like in their bathing suit or if their lunch has too many carbs. They are eating their cheeseburger and fries and drinking a beer with their shirt off, laughing and ordering dessert. It’s refreshing.
Sometimes at parties, I like to head over to see what the boys are doing. I like it there. I don’t have to talk. I can just chill and laugh. No worries, I know they’ve got my back.