Help Men Become Better Men

My six-year-old son is in the other kayak. His skinny arms strain; sweat sticks his curls to his forehead in one spot. He turns his head back to see where I am, and a grin flashes over his whole face. Then his enormous brown eyes go serious, and the long lashes flick down to the water again.I have told him that he must lead the way; he must lead his mother around the point to the west side of the campsite. His whole body is wriggling with the joy of playacting the mantle of leadership.“Mom, watc