What portent can exist greater than a single black father? Black fathers in general were deemed absent a few generations ago, but today we outchea in numbers doing our best to raise these kids. I’ll take that credit. I get lots of compliments on the job that I’m doing. One thing for sure, I don’t want to be the forgotten brotha who people used to know back in the day who didn’t handle his business. I’m striving for greatness, but that can be a struggle when my focus is also striving to build great men from boys.
Excuse me if I pat myself on the back for a moment here. Aside from providing care and accoutrements for the kiddos, I’ve been doing a great job of providing myself with a lot of self-care. I have to treat my body right, so I go on my walks, take my meds and supplements, eat a vegetable and/or fruit a day, and get in an occasional massage when I can. I pray continuously throughout the day because all the help I get is through the power of the Creator. Prayer also helps keep my mind off the shortcomings of my human brothers and sisters (and mine) and the various stresses they create in the quest for me becoming a better me, and mindful of the ones (including myself) who encourage and amplify the positives. I stay current on events and trends by reading the latest headlines. I think I’m the only fool who subscribes to Apple News, copying and pasting articles in an email to share them with friends because sending the links direct won’t work unless they have a subscription too. Wow.
Being a parent is like driving a car; you have to be the pilot and the navigator. Before GPS you had to bust out a map to figure out where you had to go if you didn’t know how to get there. Now you type in an address and boom! you have directions, ETA and traffic updates. However, parenting doesn’t have GPS, but it can be an easier task when it’s a team effort. Single parenting can be more like taking public transit in an unfamiliar city without GPS… at night. It’s a slow maneuver from bus stop to bus stop, through thoroughfares and neighborhoods where you don’t know what to expect coming from around the corners. There are times when I’m just riding, but I’m always vigilant for dangers and new adventures, just like I am when Evan and I ride the Metro. Nurturer and cultivator, all in one. That’s what every parent should be for their kids, the river banks guiding the flow of children’s’ lives.
Today has been three years since the biopsy that changed my life. In a couple of months, the medical portion of my treatment will be over. I’m still dealing with the mental health side of things. It’s amazing how I’ve overcome what I have and actually improved the quality of life for my kids: one’s going to a top rated school and the other’s got his first job being a music instructor. It just goes to show that sometimes the perils of a single black dad have nothing to do with raising the kids. I’m an independent guy who has never really had to ask for help with anything, and the past three years have proven to me that I can’t do it all alone. For me, the peril lies in the isolation of being single, black, with the added audacity of fighting a major cancer battle. It’s a superhuman feat that I should be proud of, but really all it’s done is bring out the utmost humility in me.
I’ll end with a haiku, my favorite kind of poetry because of its simplicity and orderliness, a space I’m attempting to create in a life of uncertainty and gratitude.
Slow Growth
What is, is what was
What was, is what is, just then
What will be, is now
