I'm not looking forward to the days when he's influenced by all the outside factors that promote "manliness." I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'm hoping he doesn't pick a super high-testosterone, trash-talking sport. If he does, I'll maintain a poker face and have plenty of open dialogue about acceptable behavior. Oh, and sit him down with his cousin, Matthew. He's the epitome of what a scholar athlete should look and sound like.
Watching most of the teen boys at school go through a testosterone-driven social dance is a lot like watching a PBS nature special. The unspoken fight for alpha male is palpable. They become overtly physical and aggressive. They spew vulgar and derogatory language at each other under the guise of friendship. They single out the seemingly weaker beings in a show of solidarity between the louder, bigger, most aggressive. It's not fun, and clearly I speak up, even when it's what they deem "boys will be boys" behavior.
And this, dear reader, is what I'm concerned about most with raising a boy. He's sweet. He's tender. He's sensitive. But, sure, he's also got super-human strength and is quite big for his age. What will he do with all of these wonderful traits? What amalgamation will he put forth to the world? What effects will outside factors have on his development?
My biggest hope for him is happiness. Happiness to be whomever he may be. If that be a confident, verbal, strong-willed individual, awesome. If that be a sensitive, introverted intellect (I'll admit it, he's smart), equally awesome. But if he ever is made to feel shameful for whatever personality or quirks he may have, I hope we'll have given him the tools to stand up for himself positively, or at the very least know in his heart and soul that he's above the nonsense, and that his and our opinions of him are the only ones that matter.
Does anyone else have parenting fears like this one? Is it completely irrational, or does it ring true a little bit?