Years ago, when I was dating (and dinosaurs still roamed the earth), I read a book about the sexes and their communication styles. The author described them as being from two different planets. At the time I thought it was a bunch of hooey; of course now it’s almost gospel to me, having seen it up close and personal.
No it wasn’t being married nearly 19 years that did it; no it wasn’t my first boyfriend, so significant in my life’s timeline that I can’t remember his name. It was neither of those things. It’s raising the man-child named Cole.
Cole is my second born and my only son. In the beginning we were simpatico; we had the same sense of humor, an easy communication, and I think the Elektra complex was going strong for a while there (look it up). But the boy is becoming a man and now, at 14, we don’t see eye-to-eye like we once did. We squabble a bit more as he struggles for independence, and he and his father, who used to struggle to find common ground, now bond over things I couldn’t care any less about, like fast cars and fried food.
In watching those changes, some more subtle than others, I had access to the other team’s playbook and it (he) was living right down the hall. Some of you might think this is an overly-simplistic, maybe even sexist post; that is not the intent. It’s just that I feel like I’ve uncovered all of those things that confounded me as a teen (like, why doesn’t he call?) and some that are still perplexing (like, why hasn’t he called?). So I’m on a mission to share with the world the 20 things I learned about men by raising one.
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