One of my greatest joys in life is watching my little boys take up the mantle of manhood. The sweetness of little boys is balm to a mothers heart. My little boys have brought crumpled wads of weeds to present to me as great gifts and it brings tears to my eyes. My little boys love to give me kisses with gooey, chocolate covered lips and I welcome their adoration, knowing that some day they will choose to give their kisses to another. But, what I love the most, is watching my sons embrace the character qualities of real men. I love watching them take dominion over their environment. I love watching them rush to protect their sisters if they perceive a threat. I love watching them learn by their fathers side.
Yesterday, I was watching Sir Knight engaging Master Calvin in battle. Master Calvin was watching every move his father made. He copied his battle tactics exactly. He held his sword, moved his feet and even made the same guttural sounds his dad did. He was learning to be a man.
Master Hand Grenade is also learning at his fathers side. He is learning to work on engines, cut wood, clean and shoot rifles and help me in the kitchen. He is learning to be "Job Foreman" when his dad is not home, and take responsibility to see that a job is done well. He is learning to direct his siblings, but do it in a way that is just and merciful. He is learning the way of a man.
Our sons are the future leaders of our families, our churches and our country. I am so thankful that I have a husband who is teaching my sons to be men. I look around at the alternative and it is unacceptable. I do not want some school teacher, cub scout leader or movie star being the driving force in my sons' lives. God gave them a father to show them the way. No one is better suited, or has a better reason to see my sons become the men God intended them to be than their father. He is uniquely suited for the task.
My young men are Men-In-Training and their Master is their Father. I am truly blessed beyond measure.