Sometimes, and only sometimes, I realize how little I understand boys. This is shocking to me as I grew up with both a dad and a brother, several male cousins, and having only guy friends until I was 13 years old. Yet it seems as I get older, the more their antics baffle me.
Let’s start simple. This year, in my class of 26, I have 19 boys. Count ’em. Nine-freaking-teen. Don’t get me wrong, I love them just as much as if I had 19 girls but seriously…the classroom seems to shrink to about half it’s normal size after recess. And they’re WEIRD. Never, in all my education classes, was I informed that I might have to one day say these words: “Kevin, don’t pinch Collin’s nipples.” Or, no sooner do I get after one kid for jumping and trying to slap the doorframe that the guy right behind him does the same thing! And the noise…oh the noise. Between the foot tapping, beat boxing, talking, wrestling, pencil sharpening, and “can I get a drink of water?” some days I long for just 30 seconds of quiet.
Now fast forward another 12 or 13 years and you have Brad and Josh. Who I love dearly. And yet… they’re still boys! Last night for example, Josh and I went out with Brad and Rachel for supper and coffee. At some point in the conversation Brad and Josh hit on the topic of high school football and off they went, completely leaving Rachel and I in the dust. Or how when Josh is doing something on his phone or the computer and I will be speaking to him, he will hear every word I say — the subtle signals that women are used to for conveying listening are absent (i.e. eye contact, affirming words or noises, head nods).
But there’s some pretty amazing stuff about boys too. Like watching some of my students who are dying to help me or to put up the chair for a girl. The boys who get together to organize a game of wall ball everyday or help each other up when one of them trips. Girls do those things too but it’s not quite the same. If I give my boys a competition kind of game, they are instantly partners or enemies and they are determined to either help or hinder each other in accomplishing the set goal. I guess to a degree this doesn’t change much either. Give Josh and Brad a problem to solve at church and they are instantly doing everything they can to help each other “win”.
I pray, most earnestly, that the boys I have to teach and love this year would grow up to never lose their “boyishness” and to learn to lead and be men.
But seriously, 19 boys? Sheesh.