I'm grateful and honored to introduce today's guest blogger. I asked several men about a month ago, to write a piece about being a man in today's society. I posed the original question, but also asked each of them to share something personal, as each brings a different perspective. This was no easy task, and finding the time to do this was and is a sacrifice. Again, I'm grateful and my hope is that the blog will help cultivate some areas in our lives that will help us to become better fathers, husbands, and men. Sean's piece is a great introduction and really captures the thoughts I was trying to draw out of each of the guests. Without further adieu...Ladies and Gentlemen, this week's guest blogger is...Sean Merryman.
First things first, I am not a blogger. I am not adept at writing to the appeal of
the masses. With that said, I hope you,
the reader, are able to follow my rambling thoughts and take something from
this. I am going a little out of my
comfort zone in writing this, but figured what can it hurt? An old childhood friend asked for a favor
after all these years, so here it goes. He wanted me to write a little aside on what I thought it meant to be a
man, a man’s man even, in today’s society.
It’s not something I think often about, but it’s a simple enough
idea. I think.
There are many things that my father’s generation, and
especially my grandfather’s generation, would certainly question about MY
manhood. I have absolutely no qualms
about telling my newborn son I love him, no problems kissing him. I only hope these things don’t change as he
gets older. I help my wife clean the
house, cook, run errands, etc etc! Crazy, right? I don’t find these
things emasculating or below me in the least.
I don’t think they make me less of a man. I find that my wife actually appreciates
them, and in some weird exchange of token efforts, I end up feeling like more
of a man when it’s all said and done (if you catch my adult drift). I am not the handiest of guys. In fact my father and brother usually end up
taking over any home improvement project at my house, I end up being allowed to
do nothing more than hand them tools, move ladders, go get lunch… you get the
point. That one is a little rough, I
will turn in a portion of my man card at this point, but only a small one.
I think the quick and dirty gist of my rambling is that I
don’t think you have to have a wind chapped face and calloused through hands to
be a man. At the same time, I am not in
favor of being a pampered prima donna of a man getting manicures, plastic
surgery, and whatever else you “metro-sexual” gentlemen do (I would prefer you
actually say Quote/Unquote there, that’s the vibe I was going for). I don’t think the measure of being a man is
necessarily tied to the principles that society associate with the term
manhood. You don’t have to be a
lumberjack, use saw dust for after shave, and certainly don’t need to
impregnate X number of women to be a man and prove your manhood. I think the situations of every male’s life
differ, and all of us are afforded the opportunity to be a man in various
ways. For some it’s stepping up and
defending our country in battle, others make a difference by volunteering and
doing charitable work, some simply work to provide a good life for their
families, others actually are lumberjacks. In all cases if they are doing right by themselves and their families,
they are men in my eyes.
Sean is a brand new Daddy!
Be sure to check out the blog next week, as we continue this discussion, with another guest blogger.
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