Life Be Boys
posted by June 18 at 16:21 PMon
I have just read a distressing police report. A father reported to the police that his 12-year-old son was being bullied at school. Boys of his age and size chase him around the playground and give him the occasional knuckle sandwich. The father wants the police to help him do something about this bullying. But, honestly, how can a father have such a low opinion of his son? A mother, yes. But a father? Intervening? Getting all wrapped up in his boy’s little world because his boy can’t sort out his tight little situations? How sorry, how sad. How I enjoyed the fights of my boyhood, and I lost every single one of them. Sometimes I’d return home with a red eye or a mouth full of blood. But my father stayed out of it, as well as my mother. They were only worried about my homework, my grades, my studies. The rest of it (swollen lips, bruised ribs, cracked teeth) was my business.