The news is filled with the outrage over the sentencing of the Stanford boy. It shouldn’t be.
The news is filled with video footage of women and children being attacked by boy protesters. Boys not yet out of school attacking women and other human beings. It shouldn’t be.
Let me explain that. There is an epidemic of boys being released into the world, not men, boys. We are raising wild, rude, selfish, careless boys and then throwing our hands up like we have no idea what happened. There should never have been a time when the young woman in the news today would have her very soul ripped from her chest and then have to fight for the pieces of it back in a court room. There should never be a time when an American can’t go to support her chosen candidates speech and have eggs thrown in her face only to have her fellow Americans say she chose the wrong guy.
There should never be a time where children are ravished in their homes by their fathers. There should never be a time where posters line the streets with the faces of missing girls. There should never be a time where those missing girls end up with grown men using them to satisfy their desires. But alas, we are living in those times.
What happened?
How did we get here?
I know there is nothing new under the sun. I know history is filled with the evil of men. What I don’t know is how some in our country now stick up for those evils and can sleep. I know I fight every day to help heal only a few of those children abused by the boys some would call fathers, and I find it very hard to sleep at night. I find it hard because I have two boys that I fight daily to teach to have a heart of a gentlemen. I have two girls that I try to show how to find a man with the heart of a gentlemen and day after day I see more and more boys and fewer gentlemen. Everyday my girls have to go out into this world and chance being hurt by boys, everyday my little guys have to stand up to their peers and not fall to the pressure that is placed on their shoulders. It hurts my heart knowing for one of my guys it is harder because of the so-called man who abused him in the first three years of his life.
I am not sure how we got here, but I am sure that I can only worry for so long before I have to give that worry to God and resolve to raise gentlemen and ladies. I can’t control what happens outside of that. I can control how I respond to what happens. I have told my oldest son from day one that if a little girl ever calls this house crying due to him hurting her, he better pray I am not the one that answers the call. I have talked to him all his life about having the heart of a gentleman. What it means to care more for the heart of all those cute little girls in his class than being made fun of for sticking up for them when his friends are being less than kind. As he has matured I have openly shared with him the hurts that boys caused me when I was his age. I have spoke highly of his father and how he is the kindest of men, and how he protects my heart. I have taught him to guard his eyes when he is in a room of cute girls, to not blame them for being cute and deserving his unwanted attention. Only he can control his words, looks, and actions not the young ladies that surround him. As hard as I have worked in the last fifteen years to try to raise a gentleman, the world around me has worked hard to try to say gentlemen are old-fashioned and is freaks me out that he will one day be faced with the evils of this world without us standing there to guide him. I pray he falls on his knees and finds guidance in the one that can give him safe passage, I pray that he remembers the training of his youth. I am raising a gentleman who knows by my own mouth, not just in light of recent events, that if he chooses to walk the ways of this world I will not be able to defend him. As much as it hurts my heart to even think it, I will not be the mother that says, “but he is just a boy, he has always been so good before this.” I will love him always, but I could never look at a hurting woman and chose to stand up for the one that hurt her. Why? Because I am raising two girls that have already been hurt like that.
No, the news should not be filled with wild boys, but it is.
Mommas, let us rise up and fight for our children to become better than past generations. Fathers, rise up and teach our boys to have a heart of gentlemen over a heart of entitled sports stars! I have two girls that are growing up fast, one day they will have to choose what kind of man they will love and so I write……..
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