Sometimes it's easy to forget that we're not raising a boy, we're raising a man. And contrary to popular practice, real men need to know how to do laundry, cook, clean and change diapers (today being my weekday off, that last one is all me today). Real men should also be tough, resourceful, adaptable and calm under pressure. Real men are also not afraid to tell the special people in their lives – including and especially their women who yearn to hear it – that they love them. How many real men are there? Are all the good ones taken? Are real men born or built over time? I don't pretend to know and, well, real men are sometimes vague, sometimes sentimental and sometimes without a clue.
Real men also like to eat, so please submit a favorite breakfast recipe for my Breakfast Project, now in progress!
I'm proud to say my husband is also a real man.
And I don't have any breakfast projects because I'm not a breakfast person. I'd prefer to eat a regular meal than breakfast. Unless it's my grandma's biscuits and gravy with fried potatoes. But alas, I don't have the recipe.:(
Real men should also know how to decorate.
I can't do simple bathroom plumbing. I'm not a real man.
If my husband wasn't so lazy, he'd be a "real man." For now, if I want anything to get done I just have to do it myself. I do all the domestic stuff plus the home repairs and the automotive upkeep/repairs. I guess you could call me a "real woman."
Kudos for getting your kiddo into Man Training early. I think that is important!
My dad never treated us like we couldn't do things because we were kids. We were doing our own laundry at about age 7, because we wanted to. He taught me how to do minor plumbing and electrical work starting when I was about 9, and I think that is about when I learned to drywall too. I have a vivid memory of being about 6 years old and helpling dad put new shingles on the roof -- mom came home and started screaming when she saw that myself and my 2 sisters were on the roof of our 2-story house. (Note: we did have safety gear on and dad put stops at the edging so we wouldn't fall off in the event that the safety harnesses tied to the chimney failed.)
Thinking back, I think my dad may have been trying to raise men too. Oops.
awww...this post made me think of my real man...thanks!
he is SUCH a cutie, too!