Boys will be boys.

A statement echoed playfully around the world. Usually said with a chuckle and a twinkle of nostalgia, warmly turning a blind eye to otherwise unacceptable behaviours. Fighting, yelling, vandalizing, wolf whistling. Adorable, scruffy little things covered in dirt and grass stains. Fueled by boundary-pushing adrenaline rushes and Sunny D. TheyB次元官网网址檙e boys, itB次元官网网址檚 what they do! Come on, relax, theyB次元官网网址檙e fine.

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Our world is in full pendulum swing. Traversing across the spectrum of what has always been accepted without question, shifting towards a kind of awakening. Ideas are being challenged and dynamics of equality are shifting. The pendulum will swing wide, as pendulums do. Sexist women parading around as B次元官网网址渇eministsB次元官网网址� with no respect for the title. Burning bras and wielding pitchforks at anything with a scrotum. Fighting the good fight, but only for the side that they want to win. Middle aged men that have seen more locker rooms than classrooms, making cringeworthy jokes at the expense of anyone deemed weaker than them. Excusing revolting behaviour from their pals, little boys that should have long ago morphed into B次元官网网址渕enB次元官网网址�.

We are reaching the summit of our pendulum swing. It is intense and uncomfortable. The wounded are striking out and the guilty are laughing cruelly to hide their fear.

So now what?

This is where we stand. Where we accept responsibility, either through our actions and choices, or in acknowledging that our abstinence of either is our action and choice.

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Our most important jobs as parents is to prepare our children for life, not just protect them from it. We need to stand beside them while we still can, helping them manoeuvre their way through the torturous chapters that so many of us end up hiding from.

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Thankfully after the upward swing, the pendulum always eventually slows and settles to its place in the middle. The spot where new norms are formed and clear boundaries are placed. This is the equation for lasting change, and these upcoming generations are going to bring it home. But first we have to show them how.

MommyB次元官网网址檚 Inside Voice is a biweekly column by Amie Jay, a local mother of three.