Friday, October 16, 2009

Raising Men


With two young boys I often think about the type of men I hope they grow into. (A combination of Archie Andrews, Thomas Magnum, Bobby Orr, William Wallace and Leonardo Davinci comes to mind.) As my boys grow older it comes clearer and clearer to me that I cannot shelter my children or control their social, emotional interactions as there are just too many influences out there and eventually they will find my boys. My hope is that my wife and I have provided a set of core values that guide our children's actions and provide a framework to lean on as they navigate the murky waters of adolescence. The closest thing I can provide as a parenting strategy is the following poem by Rudyard Kipling.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

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