Getting Real: The Beginning Of Manhood

Editor’s Note: GORDON DALBEY is the author of Healing the Masculine Soul and Sons of the Father: Healing The Father-Wound in Men Today. He lives in Santa Barbara, CA , and may be reached at He’s the father of the faith-based men’s movement. His books have greatly impacted my life, and this past November, our LA men’s group was privileged to have him speak at our retreat.


Waiting in the barber shop, I began leafing through Men’s Health magazine from a nearby rack, and was startled by an editorial titled “Our Fathers.” There, behind a cover promising “Fantastic Abs” and a variety of “New and Exciting” ways to satisfy a woman, the editor grieved the loss of his father, who had died two years before. 

“Today at 32,” he declared, “I’m still waiting for my father to talk to me about sex and success, money and marriage, religion and raising kids” And then this young man at the top of his game–presumably healthy, editing one of the most popular men’s magazines in the country—confessed, “The shame of it is, I don’t know a man my age who doesn’t feel like he’s navigating his life without a map.”

Sure, every man wants to look good, especially to women. But in a culture consumed by appearance, performance, and sex, could it be that what’s even more important, what weighs even more heavily on a man’s heart, what stirs his deepest passion and desire, is an empty longing for Dad?

In my boyhood as a Navy brat, I moved to a new school for 5th grade and was excited to see the other boys playing marbles during recess. A history lesson for younger men: marbles were round colored glass balls about the size of a dime. To play, you set a white string in a circle and each player would put an agreed-upon number of his marbles in the circle. Then each would take turns firing your “shooter” marble at the pack, hoping to knock another guy’s marble outside the string—which entitled you to pocket it.

“Can I play?” I asked, walking up to several boys as they knelt preparing their circle.

“Sure,” one of the kids said. “Put your marbles in.”

“Uh, well, I don’t have any marbles,” I stammered.

“Then you can’t play,” the kid said matter-of-factly, and the others proceeded to shoot.

Quickly, I turned away as a hot flush of shame seared my heart. Later at home, I went straight to my father. “I need some marbles, so I can play with the other boys,” I told him. After dinner, he took me out to the “Five & Ten” store—younger men can read Target or WalMart—and bought me a bag of marbles. The next day, I couldn’t wait for recess—when I happily tossed my marbles into the circle and shot away, certified as one of the boys.

Today, a generation of men—both young and old—have not been given the marbles by Dad to play the game of life. We don’t have the stuff of manhood, and we know it. Worse, we’re afraid that other men will know it—and we’ll be kicked off the team, cast into outer darkness forever. A hot flush of shame has swept over manhood in our culture, and we’ve become desperate for any means of deliverance to prove we measure up.

We turn first, of course, to women, because we learned as boys to turn to Mom when Dad wasn’t there. But in spite of our “modern gender sensibilities” dulled by denial, no woman can make you into a man. The woman can confirm manhood when she sees it, and that’s great. But she can’t make it happen. That’s men’s work.

And so, fearing men and even our own manhood as we feared Dad, often we chase woman after woman, seeking the elusive manhood that she can’t give us. Sadly, women have also suffered a destructive father-wound, which draws and traps them into this familiar girlhood pattern of abandonment.

Meanwhile, dancing to the tune of billions of dollars, the pornographic woman beckons the saving grace—although counterfeit–which unfathered men long for. Whether from magazine or website, she accepts you just as you are and never leaves you. She doesn’t care how you smell, where you leave your dirty clothes, how you spend your money–makes no demands, appears whenever you want and gives whatever you want from her.

When sooner or later a man realizes that no woman can overcome his shame—when Mom can no longer save him from Dad’s wounding–he faces several choices.

First and most often, he can mask his shame with pride, trying to cover it up with performance-based activities, from sports to overwork on the job to politically-correct ideology or religiously-correct morality which emphasizes right belief over real relationship. Sooner or later, however–if only when he gets too old to run with the younger guys–the truth intrudes, and the man burns out.

At this point, he may turn to substance abuse—such as alcohol or drugs.

When eventually he discovers that no activity or substance, no matter how compulsive or deadening, can kill his shame, the man may kill himself. In over 30 years as a clergy, I’ve dealt with many male suicides, and in virtually every case the overwhelming sense of no exit from his shame lay at the root. The awful statistics are gender-specific: women attempt suicide twice as often as men, but men succeed five times as often as women.  

But there’s another choice, as terrifying as it is promising. The man can make the courageous, manly choice at last to get real and face his shame. He can admit his inadequacies and shortcomings to himself, and then, to another man and even a small group of trusted, like-minded brothers. He can confess, “I don’t want another woman, more money, another drink, more work, another A on my moral report card. I want a father. I want to feel like a real man.”

To men, wounds feel shameful, and none can match the father-wound in power to cripple and destroy. In my 25 years of speaking to men’s conferences around the world, I’ve found that only about 5% of men have been taught about sex or about fathering by their dads. But once we get real together, we discover that we’re all wounded, that we’re all in this together—and the roaring lion of shame begins to lose its teeth.

Out of this freedom to see ourselves as we really are, we can turn our energies away from hiding toward stepping out after our giftings and destiny. We can begin to see Dad as he really is/was, in all his human faults and strengths, his fears and hopes, his wounds and accomplishments—and forgive and honor him. At last, we can see our children as they really are, and become the fathers we want to be.

A real man, after all, is a man who’s real. He’s tired of wasting energy living a lie, playing an endless game of pretending he measures up that just saps his good energies and leaves him not only losing, but lost.

For too long, like our fathers and generations before us, we men have been listening to our shame. It’s time to listen instead to the truth: Getting real is not the end of your manhood.

It’s the beginning.

Sons of the Father

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One Response to Getting Real: The Beginning Of Manhood

  1. Sam Boyle February 22, 2015 at 11:26 pm #

    Great post. When my parents divorced a few years ago, initially I struggled to forgive my father. Since then, we have improved our relationship and it’s now better than it’s ever been. I cherish my relationship with him. I need it!

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