{"id":15012,"date":"2018-12-01T01:36:23","date_gmt":"2018-12-01T07:36:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=15012"},"modified":"2018-12-01T09:43:29","modified_gmt":"2018-12-01T15:43:29","slug":"on-raising-boys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15012","title":{"rendered":"On Raising Boys"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mama, can I<br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">kiss you? <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He asks,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">already reaching<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">for whatever part of me<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">is closest, easiest<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to grab. His toddler hands<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">already mountains. His fingers<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">rain. You can track<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the distance of a storm<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">counting the seconds<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">between thunder and light.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You can smell it<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">long before.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">How to teach him<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">asking<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">is not enough?<br \/>\n<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mama, kiss me,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">he demands,<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> hard<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">wants me to press<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">into each of his palms.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Their cherry pits. My lips<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">around his bones. Wants<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to do the same to mine.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My hands a flooded<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">river. An orchard. My hands<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">not mine. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Eat me, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">he says,<br \/>\n<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m a cookie<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, and means<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">sweetness, his fingers<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and belly, means:<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I just want love<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I do not have<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a language for<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">His hands already<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">squeezing tight<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">my cheeks. My face<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">between two mountains.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">How to teach him<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">what consent<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">should feel like?<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The seconds between<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">thunder and light.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A downpour. Hard,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I kiss each<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of his knuckles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/14986\">Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mama, can I kiss you? He asks, already reaching for whatever part of me is closest, easiest to grab. His toddler hands already mountains. His fingers rain. You can track the distance of a storm counting the seconds between thunder and light. You can smell it long before. How to teach him asking is not [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1704,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[54],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3U8","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15012"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1704"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15012"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15012\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15062,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15012\/revisions\/15062"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15012"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15012"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15012"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}