As I went thru my files preparing for my big blog makeover I found this.  I wrote it years ago and never published it.

Here I go again.
Sorry, I can’t help myself.
I look at my son and I want to pull out my sword and start waving it with heavenly strength at any harm that would come his way.
 
The problem is ladies, some of that harm comes in quietly and seemingly innocently while naive, “good” mothers stand by.


  Raising Boys 
I am talking about PORN.
 
If you need one, here is it – my two by four across the face…
Porn is not a normal part of a boys/mans life.  
On the contrary it is the complete opposite of the wonderful, normal, sex that God created.
It is not normal for a teen to be introduced to it.
It is NOT a right of passage.
However, in this culture we welcome our teen boys into adulthood with a six-pack and a sleazy DVD and say, “Hey Buddy, now you’re a man!”
 
I for one will be and am on the front lines of this issue in our home and thankfully, my husband is standing next to me, just as passionate that our boy’s eyes and heart are protected.
What does it mean to be on the front lines?
It means you are hawklike, suspicious and always on your game.
It means, that in this area, you think that the worst could happen with his friends, his friend’s fathers, etc.
Sorry, call me jaded.  I don’t care.  
My allegiance is not to them.
 
Better jaded than naive and destroyed when I find out my son is addicted to filth.
 
I am not talking about being one of those women that walks around hating men, thinking they are all scum  I am just talking about not being a fool.  
Hawklike, suspicious and always on your game.
 
Children don’t have to be exposed to pop culture.
It’s not their right!
In fact, I believe they have a right NOT to be.
They don’t need to know about the latest video game.
They don’t need every electronic device as if that is some sort of normal part of childhood.
They don’t need a computer in their room.
They don’t need a T.V. in their room.
They don’t need to know what the latest movies are.
They don’t need to spend the night at their friends house!
 
I start with pop culture and connect it all the way to porn because it’s the first step in desensitizing.  One afternoon watching M.T.V. or playing some video game where the women are dressed like skanks… even seemingly innocent “children’s” movies where the parents are made out to be doting dorks and the “kids know best” can cause the foundation of you as a parent being trusted by the child to crumble.
People have said to me, “You can not shelter them forever”.  Fair enough.  But TOO MANY parents use that as a copout at the very beginning as an excuse to be lazy about what they let into their home, when friends they let their kids play with, what school they let them attend… and on and on.
 
I am not stupid.  I know I can’t shelter forever but I will while I can and during that time he will learn about sex from his father and I, he will be warned of what this world has turned it into as opposed to the fantastic experience that God intended. 
 
Will Aidan spend the night at friends houses?
Ha, ha, ha.  Are you kidding?  One wrong move, one wrong click of a mouse on some Dad’s computer, one wrong movie rented and it’s over – Pandora’s box has been opened and in too many cases Mom’s don’t find out ’til a full blown addicted has occurred.
 
If your son is watching television after school, in the evenings, than dare I say, the box has been cracked.  The commercials and advertisements for other shows are shocking and if we don’t think so than it’s our own fault for being desensitized by a culture that worships sex.  
 
As a family we watch the NASCAR races on Sundays and the junk they show is AWFUL!  Our kids know to look away and close their eyes as Joel or I swing the cabinet door closed – I mean, have you seen those Go Daddy commercials?  If I am going to pay to watch a rated R movie than I can assume what’s coming up, but I swear these ads blow my mind every time!  It makes me feel like such an old lady but I just can’t believe them.  Aidan looks away without the slightest curiosity.  His trust in our judgement is so deep, it’s as though he would be horrified to look at something we have told him is garbage.  
When I think of the T.V. on all the time, all over the country in the homes of sweet little boys who deserve to be protected it grieves me.  And challenges me to keep praying for the boys and the parents of the boys who will one day marry my daughters!