Ever heard about the cliché of the Jewish mother ? the overprotective, loving and overly proud mother who is highly defensive about her children in front of others?… Well, as much I would love to pretend I have nothing to do with her, the apple never falls far from the tree. I am a Jewish Italian kind of mother, minus the great cooking skills!
My son, just like his sister, is a star in Asia. He is blond, has “big eyes” and icing on the cake, can speak a few words of the local dialect. I always tend to be irritated by all those girls taking him for endless sessions of selfie, giggling at “how cuuuuute he is” and asking their friends to take pictures of them with the “lovely sexy (!!!) boy”.
This time was different, because no one asked for the picture. I was shopping with Mr Attila when we came across a little booth for Pink Ribbon. I got him a badge that he is wearing proudly (“Real Men wear Pink”), as a way to express moral support for women with breast cancer. And I set up the scene with the volunteers. I can’t tell how many women unsheathed their phone to immortalize the moment. We all loved it, and I guess his picture must be framed on their booth by now.
Of course Leandre does not know the meaning of it, but I do – as all the other women there. I love this picture, it represents much more than meets the eye:
It’s ok if my son does not become a lawyer or a doctor (sight..). Seriously, I’ll be the proudest Mum of the universe to know he is a happy man, a great friend to his sister, a loved and loving husband and a great Dad. I want him to respect and stand by the women of his life, for causes far beyond his Manittude. He won’t be able to really understand all those women (who would?) but at least he should stand by them in what really matters to them. It is easy to be a man, takes a bit more to become a Mentsch 😉