Submission unknown

There is a common theme to the trajectory of the dominant male. He grows into his dominance. In spite of the fact that the Internet is loaded down with college girls talking of their emerging submission, the simple fact is that the youthful male is rarely ready to assume the responsibility of a girl who has leanings towards a desire for submission, but no real understanding of that deep, inner desire.

So, what is to become of the coupling between a girl in her early twenties with a man, mature and wise for his years, yet still not mature in terms of years on this earth?

One of the difficulties of such a match is that a girl may not know what it is she needs and yearns for. She knows what she knows. She knows that her father was not available to her growing up, and even now, in a way that is critical for her. She knows that she chose a boy with a strong mind and will. She knows, and can even verbalize to the boy who has grown into a man that she needs a strong mam, chose a strong boy, even back then; that she would walk over and spit on a man who was weak.

Her behaviour, although kept in check by the man's persistence, attention and steady resolve, has erred in the extreme. She has shamed herself. Even her own family cannot dismiss her aberrant and completely unacceptable behaviour. They tell the man that they would understand if he walked away.

He is not the kind of man to walk away. He bears a gentle soul, a loving disposition and a sense of responsibility to the girl. She is a wild girl but he loves her and she loves him. But, something in her life is not in place. He is at a loss.

The mother of the boy looks on; conflicted. She knows what the girl needs, as sure as she knows that the sun will rise shortly. She knows that the girl needs more than the man's quiet control now. It is not enough.

The girl needs to know that the man will do whatever is necessary. The girl needs to know that she will be called on her unacceptable behaviour. She needs to know that she will be corrected. And, forgiven.

Somehow, the mother has to convince the man that it is all right for him to be not only strong for her, but to be her disciplinarian.

She wants that from him. She needs that from him. Until she is corrected, she cannot heal; or grow. Until she feels a sense of containment, her life is out of control, and she is out of control. To be happy, she needs him to assert himself in no uncertain way.

The girl is asking for what society tells her she cannot have. She is meant to take responsibility for herself by now and yet she cannot demonstrate her ability to be responsible until she experiences what it is to be reined it. He has chosen one of those girls and she has chosen one of those men. Yet, neither of them know why.

The mother knows why. Yet, life has its own pace. We learn when we are ready to learn. She knows that and she is loathe to interfere in what is not hers to decide. There is, after all, an easier path for the man with another girl, perhaps. She looks on. Worries. Hopes. It is her beloved son and she wants him to be happy; now and always. He deserves much love. She looks forward with eager anticipation to the opportunity to talk with him. For now, she thinks, all she can do is listen.