I get to raise a man. I have to raise a man.
Raising E is both a privilege and a responsibility… something I am proud to do, but also something I know I must do the right way. I don’t mean “right” as in “correct,” but “right” as in “good.”
I have to raise a good man. I have to raise a kind man. I have to raise an intelligent, understanding, gentle, smart, funny man.
I have to. But I also get to.
I get to teach him to be strong, but gentle. To be empathetic and understanding. To be kind. To treat women with respect. To treat men with respect.
I get to teach him that love is love, regardless of color or gender.
I get to teach him that we all make mistakes, and that it’s okay to make mistakes as long as you own up to them instead of trying to cover them up.
I get to teach him that words can and do hurt – sometimes more than pain any weapon can cause – and that words should be used carefully.
I get to show him how to dream big and reach for the stars. That nothing is impossible, but that to get what he wants out of life he’s going to have to work really hard to get it. But that it will be worth it.
I get to teach him that nothing in life is permanent. I get to show him how to appreciate the little things as well as the big things.
I get to raise a man.
Awhile ago, I read a beautiful piece that Tia wrote about her daughter. This was inspired by that.