At the title, I know what you’re thinking.
But I’ve been thinking about that for the last week. Partially because I asked Caleb this question.
“If there was anything you could do, or have, or be, anything at all, what would it be?”
His answer made me melt all over the place with pride and love for this little human who so resembles his daddy.
“I want to help people and then give them a hug!” (You have to understand, with Caleb, most everything ends with an exclimation point. He is so excited to tell you what he thinks.)
But, what I’ve been thinking about is this. Boys want to be super heros. They want to save the day and be number one to their mama’s and anyone else they can. Eventually they want to save their princess and ride happily ever after into the sunset.
So what kind of a man, do I help Caleb and Ethan become? Even though Caleb is only 3 we’re working on manners. He loves to hold the door open for me. The one that’s hard for him is to let his sister go first. Yesterday we worked on watching out for those who are younger and smaller than you. I want him to be the boy every parent wants to date their daughter (not that I’m rushing THAT, cause I’m NOT! Oh, goodness!) I want him to hold the door open for any lady, offer her his arm, pull their chair out. I don’t care if the lady is 5 or 50, I want him to be THAT kind of man.
Of course, if I’m going to help him help people, I have to let him. It’s always good in theory, I know.
“I want to help the world”
But if we don’t do anything, we really aren’t helping, are we? Really, usually when we say that, we want to help certain people. Not really everybody. There are always those we look past on purpose, unless we train our brains not to. Like that guy by the highway holding the sign that we assume is really not all that hurting. I figure that it’s easy to say that, until you see them with the sign and it’s -20 out. Brrr….
Anyway, rabbit trail…
When I look at Tim I see this amazing handsome man, who is my hero. He’s my prince who really did sweep me off my feet.
I was just sitting here writting this and got a thought.
In order for a man to be a woman’s hero, the woman has to let him.
It’s weird, really. A hundred years ago, it was expected for the man to “be the man” and to sweep a woman off her feet. Now, in all the, women aren’t different from men junk, we have to allow ourself to be swept away. Which means that now I must train my daughter to not only be an independent, free-thinking woman, that can do things on her own. I also need to teach her to let him open the door for her. Which really, for me isn’t all that hard. I like it when Tim opens the door for me and offers me his arm, and tells me how beautiful I am and……..sigh…….
No, he’s not perfect, but he’s all mine. That’s all I’ll say. 🙂
Anyway, some random thoughts that my beloved three year old gave me by the answer to a spur of the moment question.
I feel like the most blessed woman on the planet right now.
Of course, it’s quiet and Ethan gave me a full nights sleep last night. The chaos will ensue soon as “rest time” has long since ended… hmm… speaking of which, I hear Ethan.
May your day be blessed and never give up hope on your prince charming (or your damsel in distress)!
May God bless your socks off!