I love men.
Especially the kind of man
who is trying hard to be the best
husband, father, boss, friend
he can be.
I love men.
Oh, don’t get me wrong.
I love women too.
But, we women have been
working at self-improvement
ever since the first issue of
Calling All Girls
(which later became Young Miss
and then, even cooler, YM).
I can’t help but fall in love
with my male clients who
seek out coaching –
not for themselves necessarily –
but for the
relationships
in their lives
because they truly want
to be better
husbands
fathers
bosses
friends.
And just don’t know how.
I fall in love with them
because I understand them.
I understand that they are trying
and sometimes (often) failing.
And, my heart breaks
not just for them
but for the women in their lives
who silently
and
sometimes not so silently
want them to be
better, happier,
more engaged
versions of themselves
(P.S. they want this too)
and feel guilty for feeling
disappointed by all the ways
their man can’t or won’t
(does it matter?)
just get it together
and love them back.
To notice that
They.
Are.
Trying.
Really. They’re trying.
I love men.
