The other day, I had my 10 year old daughter with me, while my wife ran an errand. We ended up walking to this bookstore not too far from the house. She had been watching way too much TV.
She finds a book that she liked which is something about teenagers emailing and texting each other. It’s a fictional collection of all these texts/emails. I thoughts it was kind of clever. She starts reading the book in the store. I got this collection of Sherlock Holmes. That was just one book, but it’s huge. A bunch of short stories, and two books all in one. A little intimidating because it’s so large, but I thought that the short stories would be good to ease in to.
She is happy, because she got something. We go get something to eat. The place is kind of busy. We order our food, and I think that we both get pancakes, although I can’t quite remember. She is excited about get book that she just got and is reading while we wait.
At first,I thought that we should be talking more but decided that it was good that she was excited about reading and I should just roll with that.
I looked around and I noticed two or three other African American fathers with their kids. They didn’t really notice me, which I had to think about for a moment.
I realized that they didn’t notice me because it really is no big deal that African African fathers are taking care of their kids. I see it everyday. This is why I started the fathers of color project, because it happens every day, in plain sight, but doesn’t make the news. Its so obvious that no one notices it.
That’s my two cents.
It was a beautiful day.
