We have all seen him. Today, he has most of his hair hanging down crossways over his face draping over him like a valance as he leans against the wall. He has developed an involuntary twitch that tosses that hair out of his eyes for a brief moment only to see it return (he doesn’t seem to grow weary of it). He clearly thinks black skinny jeans are suitable to wear with oversized Vans shoes sporting off-colored laces and the tongue flopped way over. (The potential message in all that apparel is another post.) The other involuntary twitch developed by him is his hand reaching for his phone so he can be ready at a moment’s notice to text that ALL important sonnet to his adoring followers.
In walks his mother. Like a silent movie, you see her speak to him. He hardly moves, his hand and face in close communion as he reads an ALL important text just received. Even without making eye contact with her we see in his facial contortions that he’s heard her words. Once his fuzzy chin returns to rest, his eyes roll over and you wonder if he’s going to through them at her. She persists and so does he. Her facial features harden and his become more sullen. She raises her hand to gesticulate for effect, he turns briskly and returns to his face and phone-in-hand close communion. She takes one or two steps as if to follow, then stops. He does not.
Sad picture? It is. I wonder how often it is repeated in the homes of our child-obsessed culture. Strange isn’t it? That we create and maintain this culture that turns its head towards us in disdain? Who’s to blame: the parents or the children? The culture? The media? Engaging in the blame game is a waste. This boy is wrong for treating his mother this way and I don’t have to point to anything other than him. Sure this is a potential problem for parent-child relational development; no one wants to be estranged from his son into adulthood!
Yet this is about bigger things. This series is about the kind of man who may lead and love my daughters in marriage. So, the real question is at what point did I learn that I needed to be kind to my wife? How are these things related? Think about it: where do I meet my first woman? When? When, first, do I have to have meaningful communication with a member of the opposite sex? Where do I learn that men and women are different and that plays out practically? Where and how may I “practice” living as a man with a woman in honor and dignity?
- At home with mom.
Fast forward 8 years and what will this young man likely be doing around women? Will it look differently than when he stood before his mom? Not likely. If little changes, it isn’t likely that he’ll have become a man of honor, decorum, attention, love or respect. He won’t likely have learned to be selfless and giving, kind and patient, reflective and courageous. It is possible of course, miracles of that order happen all the time (thank God). Yet, as a parent, am I missing the opportunity to teach my son how to live with a wife because I don’t see his interaction with his mom in that light? By allowing him to live with his mama in any old way chalking it up to “being a boy”? Is my “training” only erecting fences around him that say, “Honor your father and mother!” and say no more? Is parenting only about protection or is there more?
There IS more! God has given us a great advantage in the presence of a godly, mature, visionary, loving and faithful woman – my wife – in the training of my son. His wife will reap the fruit of what my dear wife, his mom, is sowing. Mom’s and Dad’s have to see in their homes the training ground for marriage. In my home I have daughters who will at some point (Lord willing) be sought as wives.
What do I do when that time comes? I plan to say, “Honey, if he’s rough with his mom, stay away from him. He’ll be rough with you.” “If he’s disrespectful to his mom, he’ll be disrespectful to you.” “If he mocks his mom, he’ll scorn you.” “If he lies to his mom, he’ll cheat on you.” “If he steals from his mom, he’ll manipulate you.”
Boy, learn to be kind to your mother. Your marriage might depend on it.
Bent World 