I had to start some family traditions in my tribe as I came from what unfortunately has become the definition of an American family. Anyway, at 12 my wife and daughter went up in the hills of Georgia for a weekend, and she took my daughter through a rite of passage - we're not wizards or anything, just symbolic. And from that point forward we no longer referred to her as a child, and she received a hope chest with some things in it to prepare her for the future. She just got accepted to the preview week at the Coast Guard Academy this summer, and hopes to get accepted after high school.
At 12 my son and I camped out on the beach, went through a PADI certification course together, and we had a rite of passage. Very intentional face to face here's what a man is conversation, with some prayer and Bible reading. He got his own .357 revolver to ensure that he would always be able to protect and provide (he mastered his .22 a long time ago). He is referred to as a man ever since, by me in front of anybody - wouldn't even pay the child's price at a restaraunt or theater. As any farmer will tell you, you don't raise seeds, you raise crops. We don't raise children in our house, we raise men and women.
So my son is a black belt in TKD; he wanted me to start with him, and I intentionally did not. I waited a few years until he got his black belt and became an instructor, THEN I enrolled as a student, and I rendered him all honor due his role in the do-jon. He's 14 now, and a whole lot bigger; I may still outweight him by 100#, and stand over him a foot, but we've tested each other on the mat and I can't match his speed and flexibility - its magical. As long as he's moving, I'm losing.
He sheepdogs his older (and petite) sister wherever we go, and he doesn't even know it. I have no doubt that she's as safe with him walking the 'hood we live in as if I was there, and I tell him so. One day he'll make a better husband and father than me, and that is where I would gladly be bested.
Thanks for this thread. They're both working in Montana this summer break so we'll have our first taste of empty-nest syndrome. I act like I can't wait to get rid of them, but I'm going to miss them.