"What kind of man do you think I'll be someday?" asked a boy to his mother. "Well, I think you'll be the man that you are now," replied his mother.
One time, I told my husband that same sentiment. I said that I believe our sons will be the men that they are now. He told me that a man changes too much to be the same person he was as a boy. I partly disagreed. I even used him as an example. When we were dating in college, my husband didn't have a car so he borrowed a friend's bike to go to the store which was a mile or more away to buy me a rose. He rode that bike all the way back to our college campus carrying the rose in one hand and steering with the other. When he got to my window which was on the top floor, he threw rocks at it to get my attention as he usually did. When I saw what he did for me, I thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. I reminded my husband of this history of ours and told him he is a very sweet man. He informed me that men don't like to be called sweet. Regardless of how he feels about the word, I believe that the sweetness he had as a boy has shown through his manliness at certain times. I have had many occasions to observe my sons in different situations. As boys, they can be rough and tough and as men they will be as well, I know, but they are also sweet boys. That sweetness will come out occasionally when they are men and enable them to be good husbands and fathers. I guess that's why I am looking forward to the time when my sons will be taller than me, speak with a deep voice, and move furniture around for me. I know there will be tough times as they grow into their manhood, but someday I will see the sweetness shine through them as they kiss their wives or hold their babies.
One time, I told my husband that same sentiment. I said that I believe our sons will be the men that they are now. He told me that a man changes too much to be the same person he was as a boy. I partly disagreed. I even used him as an example. When we were dating in college, my husband didn't have a car so he borrowed a friend's bike to go to the store which was a mile or more away to buy me a rose. He rode that bike all the way back to our college campus carrying the rose in one hand and steering with the other. When he got to my window which was on the top floor, he threw rocks at it to get my attention as he usually did. When I saw what he did for me, I thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. I reminded my husband of this history of ours and told him he is a very sweet man. He informed me that men don't like to be called sweet. Regardless of how he feels about the word, I believe that the sweetness he had as a boy has shown through his manliness at certain times. I have had many occasions to observe my sons in different situations. As boys, they can be rough and tough and as men they will be as well, I know, but they are also sweet boys. That sweetness will come out occasionally when they are men and enable them to be good husbands and fathers. I guess that's why I am looking forward to the time when my sons will be taller than me, speak with a deep voice, and move furniture around for me. I know there will be tough times as they grow into their manhood, but someday I will see the sweetness shine through them as they kiss their wives or hold their babies.
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