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4/30/2018

Kristen and Michael, photo by author.

I am in Southwest Florida this weekend for a beautiful wedding on the beach. We decided to come, not because we needed a vacation, not because we wanted beach time, but because we love the family and the beautiful young lady who was getting married we and wanted them to know we are proud to share in their happiness. Unfortunately, I came down with a severe cold the day before we were to leave. I decided to go anyway. I was pretty miserable for much of the time but was able to make all the events while refraining from the hugs I wanted to give and the handshakes when meeting new friends.

Was it selfish to show up at all, to possibly expose my germs to others? Maybe. Instead, I decided it would have been selfish to huddle up pretending I couldn’t share in these special moments. My wife really wanted me to be with her and everyone encouraged me to try to come to all the events. Somehow, when the important moments occurred - the “I do’s”, the loving speeches, the special dances – I was able to not be a distraction

It is now the day after the wedding, which was spectacular in every way! But we’re not going home yet. Tomorrow we are driving through the Everglades to the other side of the state to visit my wife’s 90-year-old aunt who has been sick. We decided we had to take advantage of being in Florida to show her our love and respect. Some decisions are easier than others.

Another decision. It’s Sunday night. For 244 weeks in a row I’ve been writing at least one blog post a week on the topic of Helping Fathers to be Dads, almost always published on Monday. Should I skip writing an article for the first time in almost five years? I’ve been busy. I’ve been traveling. I’ve been sick. For goodness sake, who is going to miss hearing from me again? It's not even an important decision - not like the one Kristen and Michael made to be married.

I’ve heard it said that every time you write, or sing, or play golf, you should try to do your best – and I believe that. Sometimes, however, your best is just the best you are capable of at that moment. Not trying is too easy of a decision. This is that! The best I can give at the moment without quitting.

We make decisions for love. We make them using common sense or gut feelings. We make decisions for selfish or noble reasons. And while we can make mistakes in the decisions we come to, the biggest mistakes are when we don’t make a decision. Decisions determine our future. They define us. We learn from them and hopefully self-correct. To let the wind blow you in a certain direction because you don’t care enough or can’t decide means you believe in fate more than yourself. Tonight, I decided to write the best I can at the moment instead of just not trying at all.

So if you are a parent, sometimes your best is just the best you are capable of at that moment. Not trying is too easy of a decision. Give the best you can at any given moment without quitting on yourself or your kids.

So there it is. Maybe it’s not my best ever, but it is my best for right now.

PS. My wife made the biggest decision of all. To put up with me and my whining even though she is not feeling her best either! Thank you Kathy!

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The House with a Big Tree

4/23/2018

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Do you remember fun times as a kid? Do you remember playing in the sunshine or building snowmen with your parents or siblings? Do you remember the joy, the carefree feelings of waking in the morning and quickly running outside to find your friends? Not a minute of fun was to be wasted indoors. Were there times when you didn’t want to go home for lunch because you didn’t want to interrupt the fun you were having? How about a time when you were working hard but loving it, working with friends or family towards a goal - to be appreciated as an important part of a team?

I have a clear memory of a time when I enjoyed all of these feelings. I remember the house, the dead-end street we lived on, the big tree in the front yard. I remember my dog named Frisky and how he would meet me halfway between the school bus stop and home. I had friends to ride my bike with and days that were filled with activity, none of which were planned. I’m thankful for those memories! Unfortunately, they were packed into a nine-month period when I was around six or seven years old.

At that particular time in my childhood, home life was what ‘normal’ was supposed to be. I had a brother two years younger and a toddler sister. My mom stayed at home with us and my dad worked for a decent salary. We had a small but comfortable home, a station wagon less than five years old and, as I mentioned earlier, friends my age who lived nearby. Most importantly, however, I remember that there was peace in my home. Prior to that and afterward, my dad’s alcoholism and the effects it had on him and us, created chaos of every kind.

This nine-month period occurred when my dad had mysteriously stopped drinking. When sober, he was usually a gentle man and nice to be around. If, in fact, Dad was still drinking during that period, he hid it well. I doubt that was the case, however, because alcohol had a profound impact on his personality. He couldn’t have hidden his drunken alter-ego.

This seemingly idyllic period of my childhood - living on the dead end street with the big tree in the front yard - is filled with unspecific memories of good times and a sensation of happiness! I can’t recall my friends’ names or a particular day back then, but I remember the pleasant and stimulating atmosphere.

The rest of my childhood is a blur with only particular incidents coming into sharp focus. Often, when my brothers or sisters recall stories that involve me, it’s as if I were hearing about someone else. Some articles I have read on the topic of memory say we remember bad moments more than those that are good. Others day we often suppress bad memories to avoid dealing with them. I think both are true, forgetting generic and recurring bad incidents and recalling those that stand out. Then again, the worst of the worst incidents could be repressed, not that I think I have been a part of that.

So what of all this? Why bring up my childhood situation?

I hope the reader - a parent, or soon-to-be parent, will recognize how vitally important a family’s environment is for a child, not just their present well-being, but for their future happiness and outlook on life. The result of my father’s alcoholism and lack of parenting would be six children who suffered from neglect. Because my father was either missing or totally not involved, my mother had to work countless hours as a waitress to support us. Neglect allowed our unacceptable behavior to go unchecked, medical attention to be lacking, nutrition to be compromised and idyllic periods, like those of a six-year-old in a home on a dead-end street, to be nonexistent.

It had a negative impact on all six of us, some more obvious than others. Had my father read something like this before he resumed drinking, he would not likely have been convinced to stay sober. But maybe you, the reader, could be awakened (no assumptions that you need to be) to your tremendous influence as a parent and think more directly about how your kids are impacted by what you do or don’t do. Of course, it depends heavily on what is most important to you, something you honestly need to consider. Drinking was more important to our father than we were. Maybe that’s too harsh. Maybe his need to drink was stronger than his need to parent. Whatever it was, his actions have now adversely touched parts of four generations and counting.

About forty years later I found that house with the big tree. But the tree wasn’t there. The dead-end street was much shorter than I had imagined. And the house had shrunk to not much more than an oversized playhouse. It is typical for an adult to see things differently from when they were a kid. But I was shocked at how pedestrian this once magical place was, even allowing for the years of wear. I’m certain it was magical for the peaceful period and wonderful times that home gave me. It wasn’t the size of the home or the tree that once stood there.

The influences of dadhood and motherhood are remarkable and undeniable!

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It’s the Little Things

4/16/2018

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“Little things make big things happen.”
John Wooden, basketball and life coach

Sometimes people get lost trying to make a big splash when dipping their toe in the water is the most satisfying thing they could do. Kids may know this instinctively while adults think too much or not enough.

Yesterday, at her three-year-birthday party, my granddaughter ran up behind me, wrapped her arms around my right leg and squeezed me tight with all her little might. She held it for a while as I rubbed the top of her head, then she ran off. There was a houseful of people and distractions but she took time to show me some love. My heart is still singing!

I just read a story about a mother with an infant and a three-year-old daughter traveling by air. The baby was crying and the little girl wanted to get off the plane because she was unsure about the whole thing. An older man traveling alone offered to hold the baby while the mother tried to settle in during the boarding process. During the flight, he entertained the three-year-old reading her books and showing her things out the window. She kissed his shoulder while looking at the clouds below and he held her hand when they departed the plane. He didn’t have to do that. Other passengers on board may have been upset that there would be a crying baby and screaming kid on the flight. He thought about them, not himself.

I was at a wedding this past weekend. An elderly aunt of the groom who had suffered a stroke a couple of years ago was attended to by a young man about twenty-one years old. They weren’t very close, but he took it upon himself to hold her when she walked and asked her if she needed anything while at the reception. I didn’t need to know anything else to like him.

Most two-year-old boys are entranced by firetrucks as is my grandson, Ryan. At a mall one day Ryan and I were leaving but a firetruck was parked just outside the exit. Ryan’s eyes got big and he immediately found a doormat outside a restaurant entrance and sat down to observe. A young fireman saw him sitting there and went into the firetruck, coming out with a shiny, red plastic fireman's hat. He brought it over to Ryan and put it on his head. Ryan was smiling ear to ear. (See short video below) It wasn’t a huge act of kindness; it was a simple thing - a thing that happened because the young fireman noticed – and cared.

As an eight-year-old, my mom took me ice skating one day at an old edifice in St. Louis called the Winter Garden. I had never ice skated before and needless to say, I was quite wobbly on my skates. My first trip around was spent holding tight to the rails as my legs flopped around like a newborn giraffe. It was the same on my second and third trips around the rink. Eventually, I let go of the railing and traveled maybe two feet, then five, then a few falls later, maybe one-eighth around the building, swinging my arms wildly but staying upright. There were a few rows of stands around the Winter Garden, where a hockey team once played. At the end of our skating session we were walking out when a couple in the stands called out to me and said, “We were watching you and you did great!” It’s been sixty years ago now and I still remember how proud I was that they noticed and complimented me. It was a little thing with a big impact.

Forty years after that incident, young Swedish kids told my wife and me in English that we “were doing just fine”, as we laid buried in four feet of snow with one ski pointing to the sky and the other laying perpendicular. We were novice skiers trying our best during a brief visit to Sweden while traveling for business. They were so, very kind as they zoomed by us like short little rockets. Maybe ten to twelve years old, these kids did not make fun of us – they encouraged us.

Little things can mean more than big things!

A smile means more to me than a belly laugh. A look in the eye can say more than novel. A hug can mean more than any words. When someone picks up your hat as you get up from a fall, it is a small but thoughtful gesture. A pat on the back can be just the right inspiration for someone to do great things, or little things for others.

To do ‘little things’, you must have some awareness and be caring. You need to be in the present moment to notice and have compassion for others to bother. It often comes down to getting off your high horse and putting your feet on the ground. One must look past their nose and open their eyes to the micro-moments that can make the day of someone with hardly any effort from yourself. ‘Getting’ can be exciting, coming with a rush but often quickly becoming commonplace. ‘Giving’, however, may or may not come with a rush but it is uplifting for the soul and remains so for a long time. That’s what makes a parent tick - giving unselfishly to a child while wanting nothing in return but the happiness of that child.

Some ‘little things’

Open the door for someone
Let a car merge in front of you
Smile at the person behind the counter
Bend down to talk to a child
Leave a good tip to a good waiter
Go to your neighbor kid’s ballgame and cheer
Listen to others when they talk
Say thank you as if you really mean it- with a nod
Dance with someone who has no partner

Summary

You’ll never know when a small act of kindness by you will be remembered decades later by the person you gave that kindness to. They may not remember you but they will pass on the kindness for how it made them feel. I’ve had people tell me about the great and wonderful things they have done. Never has that ever impressed me like a small kindness done in complete thoughtfulness for someone else with no one watching.

“If you can't do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.”
William H. McRaven, retired Navy Four Star Admiral

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Your Greatest Investment Opportunity!

4/9/2018

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The author, his wife, and grandchildren

I became a father to a sweet little baby girl (April) when I was twenty-six. I actually wanted a girl then and I don’t know why. At that time in my life, I was not where I am today on my views on fatherhood. I didn’t often consider how I would impact her life. I didn’t reflect on the life I had with and without my father. But I did know I wanted to be there for her in every way. I was in the Air Force at the time, much of it spent on ‘alert’ as they called it, living a few hundred feet away from a nuclear-equipped B-52 bomber for which my crewmembers and I were trained to fly a classified mission if necessary, but hopefully never! Our main purpose was as a deterrent to the Soviet threat during the cold war.

Being on alert meant being away from home for a week at a time. This was difficult on my wife, Kathy, because April had sleep issues and our families were an eighteen-hour drive away. When I came home, I would take April with me everywhere I went to give Kathy a break from her week alone as a solo parent. My assignment was at Ellsworth, AFB near Rapid City, South Dakota. At that time in the late 1970s, there was not much going on in Rapid City, a nice but smaller city, no malls at the time. I had to look for ways to entertain a toddler; and being cold for much of the year, we looked for places indoors. Our favorite spot to hang out was K-Mart. We would go there and walk the aisles with April on my shoulders or riding in a shopping cart. We’d look at shiny objects and maybe buy a couple things to not be kicked out for loitering. Often, it was incredibly boring but I never regretted spending time with April.

I left the Air Force with mixed emotions soon after Michael our second child was born. It was a poor decision professionally, especially for a guy that loved flying, but I thought a good decision for my family. I had never lived anywhere more than a year and I knew staying in the Air Force would not give me the roots I had always longed for. We moved back to St. Louis, bought a home, and I joined the Missouri Air National Guard full time, but reluctantly had to adjust to flying a desk and not an aircraft. That was tough for me, but we were home with family nearby and no more alert duty.

Remarkably, I spent less time with my two kids. I didn’t have those couple of days off after coming off alert. I worked a 40 plus hour week and many weekends due to military duty. I was using the GI bill taking Master’s classes and getting my commercial pilot’s license. All this was taking up time from my wife and kids.

Four more years and my last child was born, another daughter! I remember driving home from the hospital with my oldest two singing her name, R-A-C-H-E-L, to the tune of the “Farmer in the Dell”. We had the perfect little family and in my mind, I thought I was doing all the right stuff as a dad. I was earning a living allowing Kathy to be a full-time mom; something we both wanted. I did everything my dad never did. I supported my family financially. I went to the girl’s dance recitals. I even coached Michael’s baseball team for three years. Compared to my father, I deserved to be on the cover of “Fatherhood Superstars”! But there was so much I didn’t know. There was so much more to being a father.

What I didn’t do was to consciously notice the weaknesses and needs of my children and work to resolve them. I wasn’t tuned in to do that early in my fatherhood. There were times when I should have asked a question of them and didn’t. There could have been a fear they had that I could have made go away. When they misbehaved I reacted but didn’t analyze. I never read a parenting book. How boring would that be when a Tom Clancy novel would take you away? Kathy was the main parent. I was her ‘relief pitcher’ in many ways.

The most important thing for a dad to do is to be there! Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. I was there physically when I could be, but I think I could have done better mentally, listening more to them and less the Cardinal’s ball game, providing new experiences like fishing or camping. I had never had real conversations with my dad nor had he ever taken me fishing or camping. It was a big mistake for me to compare my fatherhood to his. Just being sober made me a better dad than mine.

I began to open my eyes to my responsibilities as a father more as they and I grew older. I stopped trying to fix my own demons, at least after I had killed a couple of them. That self-analysis took too much of my time and I had children to focus on. I had read a ton of self-help books and tried to pass on what I was learning from them to my kids, with my special take. I’d write things to them like “If you want this….you must do that”. I’d write corny, but philosophical things to them, hoping they would see the message decades ahead of when I did. I saw how a little encouragement would seem to be overlooked by my kids but knowing it really made an impact on all of them.

After they had grown, I saw how successful they were, mostly as human beings! Was it because of the support they got from their mother and me, or would they have been successful anyway? I know that I would never want to find out. Kids need support and guidance. And no matter how successful they appear to be, the amount of success or the ease of gaining that success is highly influenced by supportive parents.

So what is the message here? Focus, knowledge, and support! Focus on your kids. Be knowledgeable in how to raise them – together and individually. And show them support for all the good things they do or try to do! The impact of these things can never be measured but they will never be overestimated! Your family is your greatest investment opportunity. You pay for it with time. Don’t pass it up!

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Boys are in Trouble!

4/1/2018

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If fathers who fear fathering and run away from it could only see how little fathering is enough. Mostly, the father just needs to be there."
~ Dr. Frank Pittman, Man Enough

Boys (and therefore, men) are in big trouble and it’s our fault! I don’t mean trouble as in playing hooky or breaking a window. No! They are in trouble for their overall trend of increasing failure to thrive in many aspects of society. Certainly, we have seen much violence from boys from gangs to lone wolves. But violence is just part of the problem. Boys are being outdone by girls in many facets of life, from schooling, to jobs, to mental and physical health.

For those of you who have read my book on fathering, or read this dad blog of mine, you are quite aware of my fight to save children by emphasizing their need to be raised by healthy, aware, and caring parents. Of course, my only claims to being an expert on the topic are being a father-deprived child myself and then being a father to my own children. So I do quite a bit of self-study on the topic and I use quotes herein.

What do the experts say?

Here are two quotes I used in my book, 'The Power of Dadhood':

“For boys, the most socially acute manifestation of paternal disinvestment is juvenile violence. For girls, it is juvenile and out-of-wedlock childbearing. One primary result of growing fatherlessness is more boys with guns. Another is more girls with babies.”
—David Blankenhorn, 'Fatherless America'

“For the best part of thirty years we have been conducting a vast experiment with the family, and now the results are in: the decline of the two-parent, married-couple family has resulted in poverty, ill-health, educational failure, unhappiness, anti-social behavior, isolation and social exclusion for thousands of women, men and children.”
—Rebecca O’Neill, 'Experiments in Living: The Fatherless Family'

Both boys and girls suffer from the lack of a father’s love and guidance. As Blankenhorn mentioned in his quote, girls have more babies - often raised with little means and/or no father. Boys are more violent, have an affinity for guns, and resort to mischievousness, or thuggery to prove themselves. We’re not saying every father-hungry boy or girl will react this way but, overall, it is a true and undeniable problem to society. Let’s concentrate here on boys, who seem to be most adversely affected.

What’s Going on with Boys?

A passage in Frank Pittman’s 'Man Enough' sums it up nicely:

Life for most boys and many grown men is a frustrating search for the lost father who has not yet offered protection, provision, nurturing, modeling, or, especially, anointment. All those tough guys who want to scare the world into seeing them as men, and who fill up the jails; all those men who aren’t at home, who don’t know how to be a man with a woman, only a brute or a boy, and who fill up the divorce courts; all those corporate raiders and rain-forest burners and war starters who want more in hopes that more will make them feel better; and all those masculopathic philanderers, contenders, and controllers who fill up my office—all of them are suffering from Father Hunger.

Or as stated in 'The Good Father' by Mark O’Connell:

“Social deprivation, injurious life experiences, and hurtful relational interactions generate aggression.” And further, “Nurture and social context unarguably play a major role [in aggression].”

Boys are like race cars. They have so much energy to burn, but should be kept under control or they will be reckless and dangerous. They need a track to follow and a pit crew to take care of their needs. Metaphorically, they need to change tires before they have a blowout, or refuel before they run out of gas. A mom an dad can make a darn good pit crew!

Recently, there has been more discussion on boys and the problems they face and cause. Inner city crime by Black boys and school shootings by Caucasian boys have become catastrophic problems. But that isn’t the entire picture. Fortunately, a book came out this past month that discusses why boys are struggling and what we can do about it, entitled, 'The Boy Crisis', by Warren Farrell, PhD and John Gray, PhD.

Farrell and Gray’s work is backed up by fifty-seven pages of hundreds of endnotes. It is thorough and compelling! If you were to ask which book to read regarding the issues of children without fathers, I would recommend 'The Boy Crisis' over my book, 'The Power of Dadhood'. 'The Boy Crisis' is researched more thoroughly, is more academic, and thorough. My book, however, does have the advantages of being much easier to read, much shorter, and talks directly to dads with the same message, published three years prior. They are good companions.

The Issues

Beyond the issues of violence and other crimes, our sons are worse off than our daughters in almost every category as discovered by Farrell and Gray:

Health, where men die at a younger age in 14 of the 15 leading causes of death.
Economics, where, in 147 US cities women under 30 out-earn their male peers by 8%. And this data is from 2010! (Search “workplace salaries at last woman on top”). Also, the median earnings of boys with just a high school diploma dropped 26% in the last forty years.
Education, where 61% of women receive college degrees vs 39% of men. In 1970, the stats were reversed. Girls do better in almost all aspects of education and schooling. Many more women are becoming doctors than men.

This is bad news for women too because successful women are attracted to men who are even more successful. The pool of men attractive to successful women is shrinking and some women will move on without a man. If she has children, it could be without a strong father. Not a good outcome for our daughters, and especially our sons.

In his book, '12 Rules for Life', Dr. Jordan Peterson wrote:

“If they’re healthy, women don’t want boys. They want men. They want someone to contend with; someone to grapple with. If they’re tough, they want someone tougher. If they are smart, they want someone smarter. They desire someone who brings to the table something they can’t already provide. This makes it hard for tough, smart, attractive women to find mates: there just aren’t that many men around who can outclass them enough to be considered desirable….”

There are so many other Statistics that can’t be ignored. Here are just a few!

63% of youth suicides are from fatherless homes (US Dept. Of Health/Census) – 5 times the average.
90% of all homeless and runaway children are from fatherless homes – 32 times the average.
85% of all children who show behavior disorders come from fatherless homes – 20 times the average. (Center for Disease Control)
80% of rapists with anger problems come from fatherless homes –14 times the average. (Justice & Behavior, Vol 14, p. 403-26)
71% of all high school dropouts come from fatherless homes – 9 times the average. (National Principals Association Report)

Why are boys in so much trouble?

A quote from 'The Boy Crisis':

The boy crisis’ primary cause is dad-deprived boys. Dad deprivation stems primarily from the lack of father involvement, and secondarily from devaluing what a father contributes when he is involved.

You must get some sense that fatherless homes are a major cause of many of our societal problems. And as serious as this issue is, finding ways to solve the fathering issue are ignored to a large degree. Instead, we are barraged with how to solve gun violence, the drug issue, the crime problem and others. These are all important issues to be solved that would be less serious and less frequent with a strong two-parent home environment for all kids.

From 'The Power of Dadhood':

“Often a young man will measure himself against other young men raised without involved fathers, or he dreams of being like one of his hypermasculine movie heroes. Comparisons like these place a value on toughness, aggression, and violence, with little or no regard for compassion, compromise, and kindness, which are considered signs of weakness in that make-believe, hypermasculine world.”

A Wake-Up Call

It’s interesting and sad that many fathers have no idea how important they are! Dr. Farrell, in Chapter 14, lists fifteen well-researched reasons why dads matter to their sons. In Appendix B, he mentions more than seventy benefits to children of a fully involved dad, and the dangers of dad deprivation.

Every dad needs to know what his involvement means to his children, particularly to boys. Many do not! This knowledge alone would encourage fathers to do more, to know their value, and to rearrange their priorities. Most uninvolved dads are not bad people. It may be they are busy earning money for their family, or maybe they are unfamiliar with how to parent, and/or sometimes fathers are placed secondarily to the mother in parenting. Perhaps, all that is necessary to help most fathers to be better dads is a simple ‘wake-up’ call. That was my goal in ‘The Power of Dadhood’ and I hope ‘The Boy Crisis’ does this in a much more powerful way.

Note: It may be necessary here to declare that this is a call to fathers with the cooperation of mothers, not a dismissal of a mother’s love and importance in any way. Hopefully, this is totally needless to say. However, some moms I know personally have taken my work on fatherhood in the wrong way. A relative of my wife told me, “This is a slap in the face to single mothers who have worked very hard and have raised healthy children”. No, it isn’t about the failings of mothers. Kids are better off with two caring parents. That doesn’t necessarily mean they won’t succeed with a single parent. My mom raised me and my five siblings on her own. We are a mixed bag of success. Simply said, I would never want to see a child raised without a mother!

It’s Not Too Complicated

Being a good father is not rocket science. In his book, Man Enough, Frank Pittman M.D. sums it up very simply.

“There was no secret to fathering, no magical answers about masculinity that are passed on from generation to generation. Boys learn to be men by being with their fathers, experiencing the world and living life. But if they haven’t had that experience, they may never feel comfortable with an awareness of what it means to be a man, what they are supposed to do with their masculinity, and how they can become fathers themselves.”

Here are some more ‘Quick Notes’ on Boys: from 'The Power of Dadhood' to show how simple some of the keys to fathering success can be.

Mentor them; show them what real-life men are like (just by being yourself).
Do guy things together.
Teach them to be respectful.
Know their friends.
Let them try new things with your supervision (e.g., fix a flat tire).
Let them approach you with problems.
Never shame them!

Summary

In the days of farming and the need for muscle, families preferred to have boys to keep the family prosperous. They were kept busy, useful, and valued. Now they have more time on their hands and less guidance. Their natural energy needs direction and they need to have self-worth. Boys need the nurturing and affirmation of their mothers and the challenges and expectations from their fathers to make it in the real world.

“The more survival is at stake, the more we say, “Sorry, it’s a girl.” The more luxury we feel, the more we say, “Sorry, it’s a boy.” Today, fertility doctors report that 80 percent of aspiring parents would prefer a girl.”
- Page 81 of, ‘The Boy Crisis’

We should never value one sex over another based on their value to us. Of course, if you already have a boy, then wanting a girl is understandable, or vice versa. But to ignore one sex over another after they are born is appalling, hurting both the child and society! Dads, with the help of moms, can change the world in a most positive way - just by being there - just by showing they care.

Note: See my suggestions for helping families at the end of my blog article, “It’s the Family, Stupid”

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