I Refuse To Say This One Phrase To My Son Because It Teaches The Wrong Kind Of Strength
I’ll be receiving “The Worst Parent at the Park Award” again. I’d start prepping my acceptance speech, but guiding my sobbing son to our car is stealing focus. When our boy was a toddler, his emotional outbursts only received quick glances. Now that my five-year-old has officially entered boyhood, his crying looks awkward on him; he gets full-on stares. Working on a killer acceptance speech is definitely a good idea. I know this won’t be the last time we’ll find ourselves the subject of the gawkers, because my telling my son to “man up” will never be an option. I refuse to say ‘man up’ to my son because it teaches the wrong kind of strength Kateryna Hliznitsova / Unsplash+ “Mom, I’m going to miss her,” my son whispered in my ear. That’s when I knew saying goodbye to his park playmate would be difficult. When it came time for us to leave, my five-year-old’s very real feelings of heartbreak overtook him. He threw his head back in anguish and began to wail. To the rubberneckers playing …



