| The day he became a man |
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| Written by OHmommy | |
| Monday, 29 December 2008 19:00 | |
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High above, in the Peruvian Andes mountains, groups of men take their youngest kin fishing in Lake Titicaca. The men of the Uros build artificial islands made of floatable reed as their lives are surrounded by water. The youngest watch as the men bond through fishing. In the early fall, men in central Europe gather their sons and friends and enter the Black Forest. On long hikes they search for patches of perfect Chanterelles. The youngest members on the trek delighted to be a part of the traditional male ritual. On a dusty field off of the main road Carretera Sanchez in the Dominican Republic an intense game of baseball is played out by fathers, uncles, and the youngest of cousins. The sport of baseball is one of the strongest forms of male bonding and school aged boys take part eagerly. Deep inside the suburbs of Chicago, east of Sheridan, perched high above on a Lake Michigan cliff a dinning room table is silent. The men of the family gather in delight as they inhale wings from Buffalo Joe's the youngest of the clan, halfway through kindergarten, devours a dozen alone before the eldest. The smallest of the men.... watched delighted eagerly devoured    That was the day that my son became a "man" (or so, we led him to believe it) surrounded by six incredible men: my father, my husband, my brother, my two cousins, and my uncle."That was an enjoyable time. Buffalo wings are my most favorite food." My little man whispered in my ear that night as I tucked him in. And. That was the night that I kindaof cried myself to sleep realizing that my son's new favorite food was wings and not the organic puff cereal he loved as a toddler, or the gouda cheese he asked for in preschool, or even my infamous stuffed cabbage I spoon fed him until be was five. He has moved onto more manly food. What's next? |
