I’M A DAD… BECAUSE I SHAVE
I stepped out the shower only to be greeted by my five-year old. This was the first time I discerned any interest in my daily ritual of combing my hair and shaving - at least from him anyway.
Out of nowhere, this kid blurts out, “You’re a dad because you’re shaving.” Intrigued, I made further inquiries. “What else makes me a dad”? My son didn't miss a beat, "You’re a dad because you give us spankings, put us on time out, and make us take a bath and go to bed. You’re a dad because you have hair on your chest and under your arms."
This was all news to new. See, I thought I was a dad because I show up for football and soccer games and actually watch them, most of the time while not conducting business via my cell phone. I concluded it was because I dance with their mother in front of them.
I was convinced I was a dad because I stay on my two boys to complete their chores and finish homework before they go outside to play. Or maybe because I enforce the no television rule during school nights rule – although American Idol is a selective indulgence.
What is a dad? It’s not being the one who teaches them how to ski, build a fire, or watch "The Suite Life With Zack and Cody" over and over and over again.
Being a dad, especially as a Black man, is simply being there… and allowing life to get in the way.