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Six Ways to Keep the "Good" in Your Boy

My wife handed me this book, Six Ways to Keep the "Good" in Your Boy by Dannah Gresh. She read somewhere inside the pages that she should have her husband read it. And I think I remember reading somewhere, a long time ago, to know when to read things handed me by my wife.

It didn't take long for me to find the line where Dannah encouraged the handing over the book. I wasn't much farther along when I saw that most of this book was written from one mom to another, with Dad-snippets along the way.

No matter. Parenting should be a team sport and I want to raise a boy who becomes a godly young man, so I kept reading. I don't know about you, but I always wonder about the author when I read a book. What are they hiding? What's the real background to the ideas in the book? How much are they making per book? Could I make some extra cash by writing a book?

Especially when it comes to parenting books, I wonder if and when I'll come across something that exposes the parents as being unrealistic, thus leaving the rest of us normal people to find another solution.

I never found the crazy.

Dannah, and snippet-writing Bob, did a good job of staying practical with their ideas and realistic about results. They point to many outside resources, to back up research and to further a parent's arsenal of weapons. They also say, over and over again, how much prayer went into their successful mission of raising a good boy into a great man.

From when to start the awkward conversations to things to keep an eye on, Dannah takes moms (and Dads who read) on a ride form tween to adulthood. It's a ride worth taking, even if most of the book is written to moms.

One word of warning; don't let your son see you reading it. He tends to get a little nervous and will see future conversations as high risk.

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