I hung up and the phone rang again. My husband was calling to make sure I got the message because they’d notified him, too. I told him that I was going to play it conservatively and see if Peter needed stitches because I’m a little jaded thinking first about insurance misers, co-pays, and out-of-pocket fees. Then my husband and I got into a debate over whether I was acting conservatively or liberally by not rushing to the E.R. I have a tendency to confuse myself sometimes like when I say turn the thermostat down for colder air or tell my son to open the shower curtain so it can dry. He says, “You mean close it?” No! I mean stretch it out in the open position. Sometimes I only make sense to me.
I got to thinking about men and boys, how we expect them to be tough and how society throws off of them. And I remembered this psychologist I saw on T.V. recently. She was talking about how men are always the stupid, inept ones in sitcoms and how that’s damaging to boys. I’m even guilty of throwing off on my husband whether it’s his driving, his inability to find something right in front of him, or generalized inferiority to women. And maybe I’m prejudiced because I’ve never heard my children say, “Dad can do everything.” They’ve instead said that about me because that’s what mothers do, a little bit of everything. But as a mom to two boys, I don’t want to put men down because that’s essentially putting them down. They’re too young to get the humorous jabs that are momentarily funny to me but might be damaging to them forever. I just hope there’s no harm in thinking it.