I’m a mother of sons. My oldest is quite tall for his age. He’s a very good boy. This isn’t motherly bias. Survey anyone who’s ever met the child. Not a bad word would be spoken against him. He’s kind to everyone he meets, considerate and thoughtful. I can’t take credit for his good nature, but I’m grateful for it.
I’ve always advised my sons to take up for themselves. I’ve actually uttered the words, “If you believe in your purpose, stand up for that purpose.” My oldest son is in his pre-teen years, just a boy finding his way in a jaded world, where guilt is presumed by the very nature of an article of clothing. I fear this kind of world for my boys.
One day he will be 17, most certainly 6 feet tall. He may be walking along a sidewalk when an overly-eager, authority-seeking, but cowardly, armed man approaches him. I hope that isn’t the day he chooses to stand up for himself, to believe in his purpose. I would rather him run and live than be brave and die. On that day, I would be selfish and desperate and just be a mother who wants her son…to live.
A Word Uttered Cannot be Taken Back – African Proverb Quotes
My children listen to me…What shall I tell them now?