I won’t tell my 4-year-old son to “man up.” My male neighbor, however, seems to think differently. He not only thought it, he decided my son and I should know it.
>My son had taken a tumble off his bike and was on the sidewalk, crying. It was only a minor flesh wound, but I was holding him. I know my son. When he’s really hurt, he cries. When he’s not, he bounces back faster than a Mega Requasa Pokemon card. While he was crying, kindly neighbors were emerging, offering ice and sympathy until one man said it. “Stop crying. Man up.”
A four-year-old? Man up? Was he serious? Apparently, he was. Time flowed in slow-motion while I pieced together the words he had said . . . and then we were back to real time.
“He’ll stop crying when he’s done, and not a moment before.” Inside I wanted to pull out a flamethrower and torch him. “And he’s four. He’s not a man.” And even if he were, how was he supposed to “man up”?
What if he were a tween, on the cusp of a massive dose of testosterone? A teenager’s testosterone levels are among the highest that will occur throughout his life. And, we all know how key testosterone is to developing and maintaining male attributes. It’s what physically makes a man a man.
At that point, when my son is going through puberty, beginning to show male attributes, is that the moment he can at least begin to “man up”?
When he “mans up,” what does that mean, exactly? He should shut down his emotions, stop crying, act impervious to pain? In this study, researchers found suppressing emotions may convey risk for earlier death. What parent would want that for their child? I don’t. Not ever.
Perhaps, you might argue, during the teen years, until he is 26, his prefrontal cortex is pruning itself. This impacts planning, working memory, organization, and judgment. After that’s over—thank God!—he’ll be a reasonable enough individual, a true Mensch, that he can certainly “man up.”
Or when he’s finally in his thirties or forties or fifties. There’s no doubt that he should be able to “man up.” Except that men from 45-65 have the highest rates of suicide over any other category of people in the United States. They commit violent crimes three times as often as women. They are less likely to report being sexually assaulted. That’s not the life I want for my son. Not ever.
Instead, these qualities are what I hope for my son:
An internal compass to find his true north
I want him to be able to internally reference when he feels lost. This doesn’t mean he’s a lone isle in the Pacific, but it does mean he’ll know when others are engaging in wrong-doing and not participate. He’ll know when he’s on purpose and directed there.<
Knowing how to lead and how to support
No project works when there are too many leaders and too many supporters. I want my son to know the time to stand up, take risks, and take charge. Conversely, I want him to be able to discern the moments he needs to get behind someone else’s vision and support the heck out of it/them.
Emotional intelligence and literacy
I want my son to feel all the feels, know what is happening to himself on an emotional scale, and be able to see it in others. This also means discerning when he’s projecting onto others, but also having the wisdom and sensitivity to read others.
That he might know what is right for himself and his body beyond what is simply available. I want his yes to be a true yes – only as good as his no. I want him to ask for consent and learn to do so with honesty – and frankly, the sexiest way possible (when appropriate).
Fearless learning. I want my son to hurl himself into the educational abyss and know he’ll come out all right. Fear of failure won’t stop him. He’ll step boldly into the unknown and keep an open mind to the possibilities that await him.
I want my son to learn flexibility, so while a change in the journey might knock him on his ass, he’ll know how to get up again.
I want my son to notice the spaces he’s walking into, take stock of what’s going on, and calibrate. He won’t be the man to yell in a library (unless there’s a fire) or blast everyone with his presence (unless it’s karaoke).
I want my son to stand up for himself and his ideals and to fight for them. The same with others. It’s not enough that he has privilege. I want him to use to benefit those around him.
Radical healthy inclusion
I want my son to be inclusive. Not to the extreme. But to notice those he keeps out of his circle and those he surrounds himself with. Does he play safe? Is there a time to do so? Is there a time to widen his social circles and reach farther?
Those are the things I want my son to learn as he moves from boyhood to manhood. And when anyone tells him to man up, he’ll know what the means to him. Not the antiquated version that has men censor themselves to fit into a narrow man box, but a vast experience where my son will have true agency and expression.
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