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A plan that forgot the verbs

 

 

 

 

It was just another wonderful Saturday with poor planning by the hands of a forgetful father. Not forgetful by reason of spitefulness, just ordinary neglectful planning. The day began as I furiously searched for something for me and my 8-year-old daughter could do. The standard checklist:

*Museums? (Nah, did that already, quite recently)
*Parks? (too damn hot for that, maybe in the evening—yeah most likely I would just forget)
*Movies? (already bought tickets tomorrow for Antman & Wasp so that’s a no)
*———

Got it, let’s do a service project. There is one happening in the next hour and it’s only 1.5 miles away.

I gave out the orders, “Brush teeth, wash face, lotion and put on clothes. Now after the first two commands, she forgot and after a friendly, yet impatient reminder she got back on task. I followed behind her, and finish my duties a few minutes before she did. I was even texting friends and looking up new podcast venues and still was on track, and mindful of the time.

We left as I gave her the game plan for today. We drove to the homeless event and made it there with 5 minutes to spare but…

No one was present, it was in front of a convenient store.

My little one, lifted her head out of a book she read the entire time during the ride remarked, “Daddy, I’m not sure this is the right place.”

I answered, “This is the correct address.”

She replied while giving a disapproval look, “Well, someone is wrong.”

I drove off due to a misstep of miscommunication (it was their fault, I didn’t plan the damn event) and began standard errands…

*oil change
*grocery shopping
*picked up lunch

Then I thought about one more thing before calling it a day…

She needed a library card.

Before comments start being written, she does have a library card where her mother lives. I mostly buy her used books at local 2nd hand bookstores. This time I asked her did she want another card and she happily said yes. This day made a great turnaround of mediocrity and boredom.

At the end of it all, she received her card and check out two books in the process.

My day ended with me picking up a stuffed crust cheese pizza, so it was a win, win and win for me and my little boo boo.

Moral of this story:

Planning is the prudent and rational but can lack a bit of fun.
(I know, that’s a BS statement lol).

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Parent edition of fathers & sons…

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I almost thought about saving this for Father’s Day but, naw.

The above comic strip (created by CutnEdge Cartoons) is impressive in the forms of the art itself but more importantly, what it represents.

The circle of life continuing again and again and again with love.

I am very sure everyone, anyone who read the strip, reading what I am typing lost a loved one this year, or maybe this month.

Beyond a year or maybe a few days ago?

Our children, offspring must be taught the very lessons that guided us through childhood and mostly as adults. I believe the good and the bad needs to be explain along with open ended questions hopefully coming forth from the child. Even through faults of our own, if we are coming with love we will receive it back.

If we are coming with honestly our words will cling with them to the very end. I am never surprise to the grief one carries from losing a person who they loved greatly to the point that breathing would become a chore. The crazy thing though, they will never leave you if you still remember them.

They will never forsake you if you cherish those moments that you remember of them that made you feel so good.

They will always cling to that wisdom because it came from a loving place, and guided to you by honesty.

So in this reference fathers; all fathers love you children. Love your sons and pass it down for other generations to share in such commitment and reliance.

So, lets start with this day…