Daughter: (n) a female child or person in relation to her parents.
I think I spent more time studying daughters, even though I only had sons, than I might have if my children had been girls.
There is a tremendous responsibility for a man to understand a woman.
That’s why it is so sinister for the sarcastic theater and the socially stunted church to make relationships between men and women seem so unlikely and unfulfilling.
Six sons came through my house.
Three of them were my natural children and three were my godsons.
I immediately realized they were not getting adequate training on their relationships with the female gender by hanging out with friends, watching television or attending school.
For some reason, we are completely satisfied to make male and female conflict a part of our culture, holding gender equality at bay.
I don’t know what I would tell my daughters about boys. But I do know what I told my young gentlemen about women.
I explained that it’s set up perfectly.
I mean, the way a woman is constructed is ideal for interaction.
It is polite to start at the head and go to the toe.
In her head is a brain.
Get to know it. Study it. Have sympathy for the struggles. Help her ease out of her culture, where her upbringing was short-sighted, and allow her to do the same for you.
Next are the eyes.
How do they see? Is it a small world? A big world? Or a dangerous world?
What does she speak? Do you easily discern her messages? Or are they too garbled and unclear due to her training? Help her find her voice.
How about those ears?
Women, like men, have not been instructed to listen. They envision a verbal conflict with the opposite sex, so they are prone to close off their hearing. Learn to hear each other.
It’s easy nowadays to see that chin sink over the simplest of offenses. For some reason, depression has become synonymous with “deep thinking.” Foolishness. If a man loves a woman and a woman loves a man, they help each other keep that chin up, and eyes on the goals.
Fortunately, it’s near the breast. I always told my boys to consider that the appreciation they have for the female breast is also expressed through a respect for her heart—her feelings.
As you can see, as you ease down from the top, love has a chance to grow. So by the time you get to the flesh and the sexuality, there’s a purpose for it.
On the other hand, if you start there, you will wade into emotions you don’t understand.
As for the legs and feet, they take her where she decides to go. She should have her own determination, based upon the joys of sex, which were enhanced by having an understanding of emotions in learning how to “face” one another.
I never had a daughter, but I probably would tell her much the same.
We are not as different from each other as advertised.
What keeps men and women apart is a calloused indifference—because we think we know everything.