I have an impulse to create an image of perfection for my life. I think we all do. I see it in myself almost every moment of every day. My default position is to hide my imperfections, not show any weakness, not tell the stories of my failures. Why? Because it’s scary to tell the truth—to be seen and known and sometimes judged and rejected. But I have found that the flip side of that fear is freedom. Not only for myself, but other people. Jesus said, “you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32 ESV)
My husband is reading James Dobson’s book Bringing Up Boys, an act I find mostly endearing. It’s a big job, bringing up the boy (along with three girls), and we work hard to get it right (whatever right is). I like it that Stone is a researcher. And I suppose there might be a few good ideas in the book even though I’ll never know because I can’t get past the anti-feminist, homophobic rhetoric that is Dobson’s signature style. But whatever.