On Tuesday night Adam and two other leaders took a bunch of boys on a bike ride. They're preparing for their scout high adventure activity next month where they'll ride their bikes a long distance. I've been told the distance but I can't remember. It's longer than I would want to go, I know that much.
My job was to drop Adam and a few boys off at the church and then pick them up later at the park. They were joining the older boys and their leader at the park to play frisbee hockey. In the time I had between venues I went to the pool to watch Braeden finish up his swim lessons. (Then buy him dinner.) I love watching Braeden teach swim lessons. He's always having a fabulous time. He was teaching a little preschool group. They were singing "The Wheels on the Bus" with abandon. Braeden was singing his loudest. He got a yellow floating tube and called it a banana and they had to swim with "big monkey arms" to the banana. Then they all pretended to chomp on the tube which is sort of gross but they were all having a fine time. He got a hula hoop which was a "ring of fire" they had to swim through. The girl instructors next to Braeden were doing the same sort of things, but quieter. I remembered the times we'd had boy babysitters when our kids were small. It was loud and messy but the kids had a lot of fun.
We went to the park. Of the four adult leaders there, no one had a frisbee. Who was supposed to bring it anyway? Nobody seemed to care. They boys joined some other kids playing soccer. One of the wives showed up with a frisbee and a game of Ultimate Frisbee ensued. The men and a few boys were on one team against the rest of the boys. There was no coddling, there was fierce competition. The men were ahead and rubbing it in. I couldn't help but contrast the difference between that activity and how women and girls would have been instead.
For one thing, someone would have had a frisbee. Possibly a back up frisbee too. There would have been refreshments (probably a tablecloth) and structure, structure, structure. They would have made sure all the girls were feeling included and not getting their feelings hurt. I'm glad to be a girl; I like the way we do things. (I like refreshments.) I had to admire the boys too though. Without exception every man and boy had an enormous grin on their face.
Men and women are different and I think that's wonderful. We need each other.