I’m a woman. I hear women talk. And they talk a lot about men.
They just don’t get it.
“All men want is sex. They only pretend to be in love so they can get sex on a regular basis.”
“Men just don’t have much in the way of feelings. Nothing phases them.”
“Women are emotional and men are rational.”
Like I said, they just don’t get it.
I have 2 wonderful adult sons. I have an amazing boyfriend. I work with some incredible men, and it has been this way my whole life, surrounded by males on all sides. I guess I’ve become a spy for the women of the world, kind of an infiltrator, or maybe more like a double agent, reporting the secrets of both genders to the other. And I can tell you that men are emotional beings with hearts that get broken and Super Glued back together again.
My son came over last night. He had a test to take for work, a very complicated one that usually takes at least a couple of tries to pass. He was stressing because he knows what he’s doing – I mean he really knows his stuff – but here was a governmental agency trying to make him fail. That’s tough.
He called me this morning. “I failed.” I asked what his score was and when he could test again. “I got a zero, Mom.” Now I know you’re full of it.
“You passed didn’t you!”
“Yeah. I got a perfect score, and hardly anyone ever does that. My boss thought I was lying because it took him 3 tries to pass, and I got a perfect score the first time.”
I was proud, but I wasn’t surprised. He’s a smart kid, and he loves his work. I love hearing his joy carry through the airwaves to the cell tower and into my phone. And he wanted to tell his mom. That makes me stand a little straighter when I walk.
I came back to the shop this afternoon. I work out in the field, and I have to come back to the yard and return my truck at the end of the day. As I pulled in the gate, I saw more than a dozen massive trucks with their bucket arms extended to the sky, some of them reaching 150 feet into the air. It was such a simple act, and yet it was so meaningful.
There was an accident yesterday. Someone had died at work, a fall from 100 feet in the air that never should have happened. It shouldn’t have even been a possibility. And yet, it was. A young man, working hard to secure a future for his fiancé and himself, lost it all in a moment. Life is like that – fleeting, and suddenly gone just when you think you’ve finally got it all figured out.
Those trucks reaching up to the gathering clouds? A salute to their lost brother. A nod to the fact that it could have been any one of them. A heartfelt goodbye.
Men may not sob and get hysterical. But they feel it just the same. Trust me, they feel it.
So, from one woman to another, I’m asking for a big favor. Please, please be careful with the hearts entrusted to you by the men in your lives. They’re a lot more fragile and sensitive than we’ve been told they are.