Here’s a nice posting on being a real man, not a guy:

Finally, as a great writer once said, “If my father was the head of the house, my mother was its heart.” A man isn’t the soft comforting lap the kids sit on to be rocked to sleep, or the kiss that makes owwies all better. He may be called on to do those things sometimes, but he’s not really constructed for it. A man is the solidity in his family, the rock that can’t be broken. He’s also the wall that shields them from storms, and the roof that keeps their heads dry. Which usually means getting rained on or wind-beaten himself. If you don’t do that, a woman has to, and it’s something they’re not constructed for.

And I offer a cheer to my husband, who isn’t perfect, but whose imperfection generally stems from not being womanly enough…and that’s ok!