Never Walked In High Heels

In university I would debate with my friend Mark about gender roles endlessly. Neither of us really fit into the common classifications for our sex. I was the one who was always looking for logic and reason, numbers and proofs. He was always ready to live by faith. When I would come home from four AM crew practice I would see him piling flowers into his car for the nursing home he volunteered at.We would drive by and I would honk the horn, making him slam his head on the top of the car before he looked out and waved at me. By that time, I was already to our dorm with my sweaty shirt stripped of and showing my sports bra.

From first hand experience I can say he was the best feeder on campus, and when in our junior year an incoming male freshman had a severe disability, Mark was first in line to offer to be a care taker. That’s what made me think of him this weekend.

While on a flight home I saw a family with an older son with cerebral palsy. Given that the son looked about eighteen years old I wasn’t surprised to see his father carry him on-board. But then for the next eleven hours it was the men of the family (particularly his father) which never left his side, helping him eat, adjust his iPod, or help him to the toilet.

Now maybe this behavior doesn’t seem odd to you, if not…then you are, admittedly, a much more progressive person than I am. Even though I have been lucky enough to have a wonderful relationship with my dad, growing up it is the mothers who I have always seen take their children to therapy, making the sacrifices needed to make sure her disabled child gets proper care.

What is it about a male taking care of someone else that doesn’t seem effeminate or out of place? If the qualities of nurturing and giving peace are qualities which we usually attribute to women, why do I look to the men of my life who offer the same gifts as the most masculine men I know? My mother often speaks of the male nurses she worked amongst with more reverence than any doctor. Their ability to lift fallen patients, provide calm in emergencies, and work the least desirable shifts have always shaped my image of what a man ought to be.

If a man is made by his strength, then his efforts and put others before himself is an act full of effort. If it is  muscle which is the defining characteristic of masculinity, then that muscle is only worth its use to serve others. And if it is gentleness that is somehow a feminine quality, undesirable by ‘real men,’ perhaps it is because the power which it takes to be gentle and supportive requires a unique combination which is beyond the reach of most every man.

Like so many other qualities, the most masculine thing is a man who never needs to question his masculinity. Because giving someone relief takes the same form of building a house or clearing a forest. It takes seeing what needs to be done, doing it, and not expecting anything in return.

I always thought Mark and I made a good team because he and I balanced each other out. I thought I was the male to his female. Now that I miss him, I’ve reevaluated my judgment. He is one of the best men I know as his particular brand of masculinity is one that made football players look sheepish as they ran by us on the quad.