as a father with a lone son surrounded by girls, i often get concerned about what kind of man my boy will grow up to be. whenever the boy cries about a silly bump or pouts about having to do chores, i wonder "is he gonna be a sissy?! i don't recall acting like that."
i know part of it is just a kid acting like a normal kid (kids whine and i've had to learn to accept that), but i've always wondered in the back of my mind if it might just be a bit more than that with the girly example set by his sisters.
however, all that changed on saturday as we reached something of a milestone.
as we were preparing for bed, i looked at jackson and noticed a mark on his throat. i lifted his chin up to reveal a deep red gash running down his throat that looked something like a war wound (well, a minor war wound from a lesser skirmish perhaps).
it looked pretty bad and i was a bit surprised that i had not been made aware of this wound in the usual manner of howls and screams of such relentless anguish that surely the whole neighborhood was aware that someone in our house was dying.
"what happened to your throat?", i asked the boy.
"i fell out of a tree and got scratched by a branch", he replied.
"i see. didn't you want to put a bandaid on that scratch?", i further inquired.
"nah, i wanted to climb back up the tree", he said with a grin to a beaming father who had just realized his boy is gonna be allright.
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I love being married to a man that grew up with 5 sisters. I feel he is much more in tuned with me than I think a lot of men are with their wives. It's great.
yah, thinking of chuck when i get anxious about my boy has helped in the past.
chuck seemed to turn out ok.
just please don't reveal that chuck likes to discuss the intricacies of edward's love for bella while havnig a pedicure ;)
I would pay so much money to see chuck do that.
so. much. money.
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