A guide to raising good men, by my mom
David G. Allan, CNN | 12/5/2017, 7:35 a.m.
I can safely declare that I'm not going to end up on any list of media dirtbags. Like most men I know, I have managed to have a professional career and personal relationships free of assault, harassment or even run-of-the-mill jerkiness.
I feel confident in saying that because all the recent news coverage of indefensible -- and in many cases criminal -- male behavior has caused many men like myself to do some personal, sober mental accounting. A lot of guys I've talked to have been auditing their past actions, which is great, although it's largely for others to judge our behavior as we may have blind spots in the rear-view mirror.
I tie my self-awareness on this front directly to being raised by my strong and supportive single mother.
For nearly 16 years growing up, it was just the two of us. She raised an only son, with no money for vacations and brand-name sneakers, much less paid childcare. In fact, when I was a kid, she worked primarily as a nanny, so she'd be home for me after school when I was young, and that meant she helped raise other kids as well.
I recently asked her whether she consciously thought about raising a good male and whether she had any guiding philosophies or values that informed how she brought me up.
"Yes," she told me. "I wanted you to be the kind of person other people would like and admire, because I wouldn't always be around, and you'd need other people to help you. So it was for your safety and also for the world."
And so, here is my mom's guide to raising good men.
Promote kindness and empathy
Throughout my childhood, she imparted what it meant to be a gentleman: being attuned to others' needs and meeting them without being asked. I still think about those discussions. Her guiding virtues included being sensitive, compassionate, empathetic and self-disciplined. And she also wanted to pass on "the best qualities of a spiritual life, if not any particular religion: kindness, being charitable."
To that end, she prioritized a parochial school education so these values would be reinforced by teachers, as well. It didn't stop me from getting into trouble, but she was vigilant. I still remember the time she pulled me out of the Christmas choir because she caught me disrupting rehearsal along with other boys, with jokes and general goofing around. Embarrassing to be called out, but lesson learned.
Let them know words matter
My mom also had a zero tolerance policy for derogatory language. I will never forget the day I called her the b-word in a fit of 'tween rage. I write "b-word" because to this day I have a "Clockwork Orange"-like aversion to the word, due to my mother's swift, angry and righteous response. "Don't you ever use that word to describe any woman, ever," she growled just inches from my face. I never have since.