Don't rush to pick them up!

Have you ever witnessed a boy falling and the mom running to pick them up? Chances are the boy was crying, however only after the boy saw the look on the mom's face. Don't rush to pick him up! That boy is going to take more falls. He will survive. Let him sit there for a minute.

Here's my two cents... when you rush to pick up the boy, he doesn't learn to get over his pain on his own. Instead he associates pain followed by being coddled. What is this going to do when the boy is not surrounded by his mom or dad? I'll tell you what will happen... the boy will fall, he will look for someone to come pick him and and he will cry like a little baby. Then the adults and other children that are around are going to look at him and think "what a wuss". I'm just saying... You know some of you have thought this... I'm just saying it.

Disclaimer... Now obvisouly if the boy has a severe injury you do want to pick him up and get help or medical attention. Do your boy a favor... don't run to pick him up. Instead tell him "Well that hurt didn't it?" , "Yeah, son sometimes you fall, it stings for a bit, now get up and be a man." LOL. OK, I'm not totally like that. You do need compassion. Boys do need hugs. However, that's my next subject.

Raising Tough Boys

What is a tough boy? How do you raise a tough boy? Were you a tough boy?

Hello world! I really wanted to start this blog because more and more I see boys that aren't tough. It's sad really. A tough boy doesn't mean they can't be nice. It simply means they don't let the little stuff bother them. I hope to bring light to this subject through this blog. I want to open discussions and hear from you. I hope you like it.

First a little background... I was the oldest growing up. I have one full brother, two half-sisters, one half-brother, two step brothers, and two step sisters. No, we didn't all live together. LOL. I actually lived my childhood with my brother 5 years younger and my sister 15 years younger.

OK, before I take this blog into another direction... I'm going to have to get off the background and get back to raising tough boys. Maybe I just thought of another blog... growingupwithcraziness.blogger.com. HA!

I have three boys. (and one girl, again another blog... blondecrazysassypinkonewithdaddywrappedaroundherfinger.blogger.com). My boys are five, six, and ten. They all have very different personalities. Since my first son was born I knew I didn't want to grow up boys that were called "sissy", "mama's boy", etc. I've watched too many boys be sheltered from a little dirt, blood, and messiness.

Boys need to be more tough these days. Too many cry for little things. Too many boys go to mom first. It is my hope to bring awareness and to help those of you wanting to raise tough boys.

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