I punched him again, told him I was serious, and then he proceeded to totally kill me in Mario Cart. (Okay, I tried.)

“Mom,” he said when the game was finished, “I don’t know what they’re telling you at that class, but keep going.”

I did keep going, and what I learned most in how to raise boys. is to let boys be boys—which has benefited our whole family. Yet without this class and without my husband’s roughhousing, I wonder what turn my parenting would have taken us? Would I have tried to subdue my boys, turning them into something calmer and gentler than God had designed them to be? Most likely yes. After all, that’s what I’m most comfortable with.

God must have a sense of humor, too, because after my two older sons were grown, God gave me another son. We adopted Casey from the foster care system when he was two years old. He’s louder, messier, and more boy than the other two boys combined. And I’m not so fluffy anymore—I have no other choice. And I can imagine when God sees me tackling and chasing my youngest son, He has a big smile.

So what do you think? Do you agree that our society is trying to make boys too gentle? I’d love to hear your comments!

To read more check out 10 Verses to Pray Over Your Son.

Our sons need us to be praying for them.  Today I want to share 10 verses that you can use to pray over your son.