I remember the first time I talked to my son about the word sorry. I had asked him to apologise for snatching a toy from his best friend. He had looked at me with his big beautiful blue eyes and said "Why I sorry?"
I realised that I couldn't teach him to say sorry, I had to teach him about the concept of remorse and what it means to be truly sorry.
This was a year ago. In the past 12 months or more, I have worked hard to help him understand empathy. He already absolutely feels empathy, to such an extent that I have worried about his gentleness and the way he feels so much for others. But feeling empathy as a child doesn't mean you understand what you're feeling.
If some of the comments I've seen are anything to go by, my sons will grow up in a world where they will not be held to the same standards others are. Should they hurt others, they will not be expected to show remorse. They will likely be given redemption whether they deserve it or not. They will not need to have empathy for others. They will not be expected to.
It's my job to teach them that they shouldn't just let the toxic masculinity that hurts them and helps them wash over their lives without acknowledgement and challenge.