Obviously.
Neither
am I all testosterone and sharp edges. I don't know that I'm as in
touch with my feminine side as a man can be, but I have a soft side.
I can understand women at least a little. After all I have observed
them for the better part of twenty-two years and I've lived with one
for the last eight. When it comes down to it though I'm a guy and I
think like a guy.
Problem
is I'm raising a woman.
There
is a minefield out there for Mackenzie and by proxy me to navigate as
she grows toward adulthood. Everything from Disney Princess
collections and airbrushed “super” models to whack jobs that
can't control their urges. A great example of the challenge of being
a woman was written by Emily V. Gordon on the xoJane website. ATimeline of One Girl's Relationship with Her Body.
It's
a tough read. It reminded me of what I need to keep in mind when
interacting with Mackenzie. As a guy most of the experiences she
writes about are foreign to me. I've never been bothered by a comment
about my body. I honestly can't even remember any right now. When I
look in the mirror I see a good looking guy. How many woman can look
in the mirror and always be happy? When will the mirror change from
something to make funny faces in to judge, jury and executioner for
Mackenzie?
Can
I stop that?
Probably
not.
But
I can love her through all the ups and downs to come on her way to
being a woman. She will know love. That is all I can really do.
Also,
thank God I have Kay with me in this thing.
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