My son’s belief in my greatness knows few bounds. Sometimes I will give him a new food, and I’ll say, “Here, try this. I like it.” On occasion he likes it, and will ask for more. Many times he does THE BEST THING: As he chews the food, he gets this grimace, but he chokes it down. I’ll ask him, “Was it good?” and my beautiful boy smiles wide and says, “Uh-huh!”–like that yuck-face never happened. “Do you want some more?”, I ask. “No thanks, Dad.”
Regardless of his own tastes, it is more important to my son to proclaim as good what I have said is good. The world will tell him he’s a liar to say something which tastes bad to him is actually good. The world is not reckoning with the fact that my son has decided that what is good to me is what is good to my son, and not even his taste-buds are going to tell him different. You can’t force this worldview on people. It’s an upward-oriented love that grows out of a deep respect for what the authority has done for the subordinate.
I’ve spent a few posts talking generically about dicks, and a little more specifically about the fact that women like them, and that it’s good that they like them. I don’t think I’ve ever actually told my son his dick is great, but I might have. He just assumes that his is because I have one and I’m not ashamed of mine; so insofar as he is like me, his is great, too. We usually shower together because I’ve always hated giving kids a bath, or baby-sitting them while they bathe. When my daughters were babies I was more likely to take them into the shower with me than to kneel beside the tub, leaning over and all that hassle. When they got to be toddlers I just delegated it solely to Mrs. Caldo. After all: daughters are not sons.
My son being a son, there’s been no reason to stop. He’s old enough to wash himself (and does), but we still shower together. We both look forward to it. It’s just us, together. His sister’s can’t come in. We race each other undressed, laugh loud, sing songs, cheer the Bronx, and laugh some more. Sometimes Mrs. Caldo
gets jealous wants to share and comes into the bathroom (but not the shower!) to listen to us horse around. He learned from me how to wash himself properly without a spectacle being made of it, or a bunch of nonsense words. He just copies me. We talk about sports, LEGO’s, our bodies, today’s events, and move smoothly among them all. Nobody hushes him, or gives him those disapproving looks. On occasions when I’m out of town, my wife supervises his showers, and he waggles around just the same.
This loving respect of a devoted follower is what husbands want from their wives, and this is what wives want to give to their husbands. A woman’s love is ALWAYS oriented-upward; out of respect for his authority; for what he produces and provides; for his abilities. She will never feel intimacy with him for who he is except as she recognizes him on the basis for what he has done, what he currently does, and what she expects him to do in the future. This isn’t a bug in women, but a feature: It’s another way of saying, “women like dick, and that is good.” Within this relationship, there is no room for judgment, or recrimination; just enjoyment and intimacy.
There is, of course, a difference in methods of sharing from husband to wife, as compared to, from father to son. Wives need to be given dick on a regular basis, and so must come together with their husbands. At birth sons are given their own permanent and separate installations; with which to woo their own wives. Wives must grab their kings’ scepters to act in the king’s stead, with the full weight and pleasure of his authority, and both will be fulfilled. (King and queen shower time has a much different feel. Hey now!) Sons must wield their own scepters, and will be kings in their own rights.
There’s been some feedback that my language is too salty, and a general undertone in some of the comments that what’s really important is the spiritual truths underlying these sexual truths. Quite so, but the simple fact is that the physical signs of the truth are what are given to every man to point us to the real Truth. In fact, you can’t understand the Bible until you start to grasp some of these truths, but understanding the Bible will deepen respect for the sign of sex. There’s an interplay in the mating of the two views.