| At Old Faithful during our big trip with Sequoia Brigade Camp |
I
was 16 when my mom realized that my brother Mike and I needed some sort
of initiation into manhood. I love her to death and appreciate her
desire to mark this important transition but to put it gently ... it
made me feel about as manly as a killer whale in bloomers. Without
getting into details, let’s just say it involved a cupcake. I think
there was a candle in it. Now don’t get me wrong, I am a HUGE fan of
cupcakes, but a cupcake, thrust at you unexpectedly as a symbol of your
transition into manhood doesn’t scream dignity or masculinity. Other
than the cupcake the only thing I really remember are her good
intentions and the awkward feeling I had. The whole experience lacked a
sense of genuineness. I did not feel like I had crossed over into
anything except more adolescent awkwardness.
I still feel a pit of awkwardness in my stomach just thinking about it.
I
agree with my mom’s intentions. It is vital to mark clearly for our
children the moment we stop considering them children and start viewing
them as young men and women.














