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How to Be a Man – For My Son (jak responds)

Laura Lord at History of A Woman wrote a wonderful article called How to Be a Man – For My Son a few months ago and my thoughts on it were long enough I figured it would be courteous to write a post in response rather than a really long comment.

She writes:

Awhile back I wrote a post for my daughter: Life Hacks for My Daughter. I was struck by the unfairness of that. I mean, here I am, a mother of two wonderful children, and I only dedicate a post to my daughter.  I mean, surely there are some “life hacks” out there for boys…ones I would want to share with my son.

But I’m a woman.

I don’t have the necessary equipment to figure out what is hack-worthy when you’re a grown up of the male variety.

Yeah. A lot like Horshack. Ooh, ooh, Ms. Lord!

Now the inner little boy inside me says, “Ooh, me, me, me!” while raising his hand.  “I’m a boy!  I know!”  Hehe.  Yep.  There’s actually some great resources on the Internet– one of them The Art of Manliness, which I will refer to a few times in this post.

Laura’s a smart cookie, though, and I think she understands that good advice is good advice, even if it doesn’t come from a gender-specific authority figure:

I may not have life hacks for my son, but I have some serious advice on how to be a man I won’t be afraid of passing along to some unsuspecting woman some day.

It is good advice.  Consider, dear readers, since I do have the necessary equipment, that I can confirm it as such.  So, on to her list of advice.

1. Hold the door (and other good manners)

The business world has changed this a bit, since manners are not dictated so much by royalty anymore.  It is for everyone, and I think it’s built on common courtesy and respect.

The Art of Manliness has an illustration series called “Dim and Dash”, which is based on the “Goofus and Gallant” feature from Highlights magazine.

Here’s an example that would apply specifically to the examples Laura gave:

Obviously, the McKays and Ted Slampyak are drawing on a familiar idea, but upgrading it for young men.  If you’d like to look at more of Slampyaks’ “Dim and Dash” illustrations for The Art of Manliness, click here.

2. Learn to Cook…Something

As Laura points out, this is a domestic skill that benefits men and women.  But I’ll put this from a guy’s perspective– cooking for a potential life partner DEFINITELY says, “Hey, I’m ready to settle down, quite very possibly with you.”  Now, I was born and bred to be domestic.  Although my blogging started out sorting out how my mother hurt me, I have to give credit where credit is due.  I learned a lot of domestic skills from my mother (and her mother too, actually), and one of them was to cook.  When my son was born, I decided to take over the bulk of the cooking… and I found I really liked it, and that I was pretty good at cooking.  After a while, my mother started to feel jealous.

jak likes this very much

I’m actually doing some canning/preserving here, but, you get the idea.

Cimmy knows how to cook, but she’s much more talented at baking, especially since she knows VERY well how to make bread completely by hand.  So one of my pet nicknames for her is Baker, because I’m the Cook much of the time.

Kneading dough prep table

My mother overkneaded bread, so it came out crusty. Cimmy kneads no more than 10 times.

Smells good!

Cimmy bakes bread just right.












3. Grooming.

Yep, The Art of Manliness has this covered, too (although good manners of dress, i.e., wearing clothes, is included in this category).  I learned about wet shaving with an old-school safety razor from the site.  Even more specifically, Brett and Kate wrote an excellent article called Heading Out on Your Own — Day 4: Keep a Regular Grooming and Hygiene Routine which covers most of the basics.

Laura speaks more particularly about facial hair, though.  I usually keep some, because I have a boyish looking face (and I’ll use the same image she did):

Yep, I relate to this.

But I won’t tolerate ANY man who tells me facial hair is to save food for later.  That is DISGUSTING!  I’d much rather someone give me a “beard check” (i.e. let me know I’ve got food in it).  I use a fine-toothed comb– one to nitpick head lice out, even (it’s disinfected regularly, settle down)– to make sure the face dandruff, food, etc. is picked out.  I don’t always oil my beard, but, in general, some vitamin E and tea tree oils do a lot to keep things clean, disinfected, and healthy.  Tea tree oil has a strong scent to it, but Cimmy likes it well enough.  And while I tend to let my beard grow out full and bushy in the wintertime, by the warmer months, I prefer to keep it neat and trimmed.  (Sometimes even in the winter I get tired of it looking too bushy.)

4. Self-Control

Verbal self defense, or what the late George “Doc” “Rhino” Thompson called Verbal Judo or Tactical Communication, is a must here.  Words, carefully and thoughtfully chosen, can actually help to prevent, de-escalate, or even end confrontation, and physical violence.

Dear readers, I would recommend that you look into this further– it is difficult for me to sum up these techniques succinctly.  It is far more than Dale Carnegie’s How to Win Friends and Influence People.  It is tactically engaging people with respect, clarity, and precision– even when people are difficult (Doc Thompson said he was one such person) or cowardly (who he simply called “wimps”).  Thompson applied this specifically to law enforcement first (in fact, the L.A. officers who beat Rodney King had been scheduled to receive such training), but he wished to share it with everyone– parents and anyone working in a service profession.

It works.  I have seen it for myself.

5. Learn to Clean

This is something I actually teach my son– and I have him wipe the floor too, if possible.  I started doing more maintenance cleaning– cleaning and squeegeeing the shower after I use it, and scrub and wipe the toilet and countertop, etc.

This goes for everyone, of course.

There’s something to be said about cleaning up a mess immediately after it’s been made!  I still have some areas I need to work on, but trust me, it does a lot in the long run.

And Cimmorene has turned over a new leaf and done some great tidying up.  (I used to be a neat freak– she is the more slobby one.  But her side of the bedroom now is the tidy one.)

6. Hands Off! (I will add: have some decency and modesty)

Generally speaking, scratching your nether regions, picking your nose, breaking wind, popping acne pimples, etc. in public is a bad idea.  Also, know what is considered appropriate dress and behavior.  Many people aren’t terribly interested in buttcrack, man cleavage, or T-shirts with stupidly crude messages.

Please don’t be like this guy.

…or this guy, for that matter.

7. You Are the Handy Man
Well, Laura, actually, Cimmorene will fight me to fix lots of things.

Finished cabinet drawer repair (with Cimmy)

She fixed this drawer…

Table repairs finished

…helped me fix a table

All done

…built a new step to the front porch

fence section backyard side

…built most of this fence section herself

Replacing the switches

…but electrical work is my job.

Cimmorene jokingly calls me “The Foreman” much of the time, because with my sciatica and chronic back pain, I can’t effectively do some jobs and I just engineer and direct projects now and then.  But seriously, we both do the work– it just tends to be an arbitrary decision of who does what, and it’s not divided by she does the stuff inside, I do the work outside.

8. You Are Not a Robot

I don’t think I have to worry about this too much with my son… he is rough-and-tumble, but very sensitive.  I was teased mercilessly for crying as a boy, so I am still trying to figure out the balance.

There is a time and a place to show emotion, that preserves dignity and composure, yet punctuates thoughts and sentiments perfectly.

Here’s a wonderful example Aussa Lorens shared with me:

I think Kevin Durant shows the appropriate amount of tears here– he expresses love and respect for his friends, and especially his mother, giving her credit for her part in his success.

9. One day… (about sex, love, and relationships for the long haul)

To sum up and add to what Laura said, I want my children to know the reality of sex and sexuality.  My daughter is learning that quite nicely, especially thanks to Cimmy’s part.  My son is still too young to grasp such notions– we’re mostly working on #6.

But she is absolutely SPOT ON in pointing out that children will learn what romantic relationships are about by observing their parents.  I am grateful that my daughter is still willing to hug and kiss me on the cheek before bed, although she is 12 now.  I want my son to know that how I treat her and their mother is a template on how he should behave for women.

and adding one more item–

10. Take the Hero’s Journey, my son.

I know that my posts about the Monomyth/Hero’s Journey are deep, esoteric, and sometimes very hard to understand.  But I think there’s a reason why this cycle is told over and over again (and it’s not just for men– it applies to everyone).  It tells of how societies regarded the transformations of boys into men, as well as girls into women.  They speak of rites of passage, of overcoming obstacles, outer and personal struggles, to find a place in society.  They are not just about superheroes becoming gods… they are about grasping responsibility, maturity, and happiness.

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The Journal Jar Celebrates Valentines Day

Even if you don’t like Valentine’s Day (broken hearts for the lose!) please join us on the Journal Jar for some cheer today. TGIF, right?

Comments closed at the tao of jaklumen as per usual, so you’ll be inclined to visit us 😉

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This is what our family is doing for Valentine’s Day. Enjoy and please share with your friends.

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Atonement with the Father: I survived Father’s Day

I do not like to toot my own horn, generally.  But I survived.

I know that there are many that do cookouts on Father’s Day.  I didn’t.  I prepared chili stew, because I knew it would require minimal prep and could sit in a slow cooker while we were at church.

I hurt like hell, unfortunately as usual.  But the family didn’t get ready early enough to walk, and I guess I was relieved that we opted to drive there, although it was only a few blocks.  I knew that I’d need to run the electrostim device during the last two hours of meetings.  And I suspected that I’d have to wrangle my son during the main worship service again.  He’d been antsy ever since school ended, and any disruption to his routine usually presses him to act up.  (He’ll start summer school twice a week beginning tomorrow, however.)

My suspicions were confirmed when the children were asked to come up to the stand for a musical number.  I appreciated my daughter going up to help my son out, as some of the younger children would have plowed through me (how do little children do that?)  But he didn’t want to come down after that, and so I had to go up and sit with him, basically in full view of the entire congregation.  He wouldn’t sit still at all and seemed to take great glee in surfing the choir chairs to the back.  Once he came down to the pews, I dragged him out, despite his go-limp-as-a-ragdoll resistance.

Last week was very difficult, too.  But his teacher had prepared some activities to keep him busy during opening exercises (about 30 children all gather to sing songs, etc., I have told his schoolteachers numerous times that this arrangement is NOT negotiable), before they dismissed to separate classrooms.  So I could rest a bit after I was sure he was settled, and not once did Primary leadership come to get me during the next two meetings.

However, for the past four weeks, I’ve had to use an electrostim device, which Cimmy sets up for me in one of the mother’s rooms, set just off the stage of the cultural hall.  It is the less active of the two, so it’s less likely that someone will come in and see Cimmy attaching electrodes to my bared backside.  (Our meetinghouse does not have a spare handicap-accessible restroom where a caregiver of opposite gender may assist someone.)

I’m crashing hard, so I will not be able to finish this post as well as I’d like in a manner that is probably timely for anyone to ever bother reading it.  All I have left to say is that my father bawled out my grandfather Marine (Mom’s dad) last week for hounding me so much about my weight.  Titanium balls, I tell you.  He may not have nerves of steel, but given how much his nerves hurt him, I’m truly amazed at how well he can put on a good face and not chew everyone to bits.  I mean, I can’t… yet.  I might not grump publicly but I grouch and bitch and moan in private about how badly I hurt.  He does, sometimes, but a hell a lot less than I do.  So these days I think he’s tougher than my crusty old Marine grandfather.


Atonement with the Father.  Fatherhood is important to me, no matter how jaded or bitter society can be about it sometimes.  And some days, I want a little more public respect.  Sundays are damned hard sometimes, you know?  But I go, I go for my children, and for me, and for Cimmy.  I go because they mean a lot to me and maybe someday it will reap more intrinsic rewards.  But I want a little acknowledgment, even if it’s “my father was an abusive ass/negligent bum/absent idiot, but props to your hard work, sir.”

Oh, and please let me deck Madison Avenue so hard that they start advertising to dads.  I like to read about how I can be a better dad, but not when ads say, “Mom, Mom, Mom, Hey, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, oh yeah… hi Dad, Mom, do this Mom, Mom, give us your money, Mom, it’s good for your kids, Mom, oh yeah, maybe talk to Dad, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom.”  Damned soulless marketing fools.


The path of the hero.

I am not sure how to put this into words, because so much of it is intensely personal.  So personal and so precious, that I cannot bear to have it mocked.

I read Dad’s last revision to his personal history a few days ago.  There is a certain portion that he is worried about– worried how family will receive it.  It is indeed sad, and lays bare some of the spiritual wounds and sufferings of his parents, his brothers, and his children.

But for me, for the first time, the path is clear.  For at least twenty years, I brooded about how I could connect my past to my future, to make a foreordination a destiny.  Now I understand what I must do.

I think my mother-in-law is right.  There has been hurting for too many generations, traditions that festered and destroyed from within, but a chance to heal has come, a chance that I can take.  I wouldn’t be so arrogant to assume it is all on me; I’ve implied above that my father recognizes it.

“The son becomes the father, and the father becomes the son.”

Her eldest daughter, who is my wife, suggests that the change must come within me, starting with myself.

I must trust in my Master.  Trust that He knows the way for me.  Trust that is complete and unconditional, right down to laying everything I have and am right on the line.  There is so much contention and discord about Him… but I know what I have seen, felt… remembered.  I will be true despite the mockery, hoping and waiting for the day of reunification.  The rifts that were suffered will at last come together.

Till all are one.