There comes a time in every guy’s life when Mother no longer knows best.
Having given you life, nurtured you from pup to adolescent, it’s often tough to alter the relationship and ‘let go of mummy’s hand’ (as we say in the Guide.)
Depending on your maturity and the understanding of your mother, this separation process begins in your teens, and ideally leads to you walking off into the jungle, newly responsible for your own shit.
The jungle offers two huge advantages. Firstly, no-one there knows who you are; secondly, as it offers no guarantee of your survival, Struggle is inevitable.
The immediate plan envisaged is to hit the Unknown and begin growing afresh, replacing the outer casing of boyhood Appearance with the inner resiliance of Adult Determination. It’s not about a bigger dick, but about keeping it stiff for longer.
At some point on the journey towards the Hero you are capable of becoming, you’ll encounter someone who you begin to think would make a great companion along the road. You decide to become a team. You move in together.
The sex gets even better (and it was mind blowing in the first place!) No more lonely nights. The petty niggles which are inherent in the need to compromise when sharing space are easy to bear……
But then, for many guys (let’s say as they approach 30), the daily battles of leading himself to become a Hero become too much. They settle for their lot, relinquishing the striving of Manhood to Fate.
Whilst they’re never happy facing up to their chickening-out on what had been their personal struggle, they reluctantly acknowledged that, well, it’s easier to learn golf and become one of the crowd. Fear has cowed another victim into submission.
If his woman is so immature herself that she cannot ‘read the runes’ of what taking-up golf implies – that her man has given up the battle to sustain a foothold in youth and surrendered to early middle-age – it can only be months before she presents him with – wait for it – a spanking new pair of Y-fronts. She has begun to buy him underwear. The guy has a new mother.
Conversely, What Men Do is protect their hard won freedom and the Life in which they can make their greatest Achievement. At all times they remain close to the memories of early frustration and the relentless struggles to bear the hunger necessary to remain true to being their own Man.
A few years into the journey they don’t allow Fate to win with its offers of comfort, familiarity and a future nest of motherly care.
The reassuring care of Mother Love had it’s time and place, but the relentless adventure of becoming ‘greater than Dad’ is the torch which shines the Hero’s way.
For the Man who never ceases to grow, it’s always time to move on.
Only boys need mothers.