A last high five. A last fist bump. My smallest girl turns and strides into school for her first day. She couldn’t have been more ready, the trail blazed by her big sister.
I watch her go through the playground and into the classroom. She never turns back. I’m excited for her; she’s walking out into a world of many challenges for girls, but she is the beneficiary of a change driven by the generations of courageous women who strived, and continue to strive, for fairness and respect.
All the while I hold my beautiful boy in my arms. Still just a toddler he is full of life; quick to cry and shout but quicker to laugh, dance and play.
I think about the world of my own boyhood and wonder what waits for him.
Three boys died at my all-male secondary. Suicide took one. Alcohol another. No-one spoke about the third. Continue reading “Men. The Problem We Live With”