36 things I have learned about my daughter in the 36 months I have known her

1) She is motivated by not wanting something to actually cry about.

2) She acts like a stereotypical intoxicated individual when she is in need of sleep. 
3) All water is apparently fresh. 
4) She loves Battle of the Planets even though she has only ever heard the theme song.
5) Her hide and seek skills leave a lot to be desired.
6) As do her red light, green light skills
7) But, her dancing is joyous.
8) She loves school.
9) And her dance and soccer classes.
10) Baseball is her favorite sport.
11) Peg + Cat has helped her math skills.
12) She sees herself as a superhero, and not a sidekick. (No Robin costumes in her future.)
13) The Police are her favorite band and Michael Jackson her favorite singer.
14) She called Julianne Moore Freckleface Strawberry when she met her and calls Jay Z "Uncle Jay".
15) She is in a toddler band named Grapes, Strawberries, and Blueberries.
16) Pink is her favorite color.
17) It's difficult for her to color without breaking a crayon.
18) She prefers her full name.
19) She is the moral compass of her preschool class.
20) She doesn't like smoking because it makes the air dirty.
21) She hugs those she loves with a great deal of ferocity.
22) When she naps, she sometimes does this.

23) And this.

(That one might have been me.)

24) She thinks Fred Sanford looks like Beethoven. And that they both must be grumpy.
25) She can use multiple adverbs correctly.
26) She speaks her mind.
27) Chewbacca is her favorite Star Wars character.
28) Her father likes Doc McStuffins almost as much as she does.
29) Peter and the Wolf always makes her happy.
30) She does a great impersonation of her mother.

31) She is amazingly caring and thoughtful.
32) She usually destroys your Playdoh creations. She just can't help it.
33) She loves giraffes. They stick their necks out for their friends. 
34) She uses the potty, blows her nose, sleeps in a big girl bed, and walks to school. Yet, she still likes to be held so she can snuggle.
35) She often wears a tutu and pink fedora around the house.
36) Her mommy and daddy love her more than they could ever have imagined.

Happy 3rd Birthday to my wonderful daughter.

Thank You, Dad: How My Absentee Father Has Unknowingly Influenced My Parenting

For the first time in 11 years, I read the novel, Things Fall Apart. As an English teacher, I honestly feel that each time you read a book, you see different things. Although it has always been a challenging read due to the spousal abuse, this time, I read this book in the mindset of a parent and husband. 

The protagonist, Okonkwo, was not the most liked of characters and a poor father at best. This was due in large part to his being influenced by his relationship with his father. In addition, his father was not much of a role model. Everything Okonkwo does was in response to how little he thought of his father. His father's failure and ineptitude motivated Okonkwo. 

I understand this motivation all too well. My father was pretty much out of my life by age 5. I spoke with him on the phone at age 12, then reconnected with him a few years ago after 25 years. Although we have been working on creating a relationship, that's a long time without talking to a parent. Honestly, I didn't know what he sounded like or looked like. Most of my life, I viewed him as a deadbeat. The guy who left me. My only memories of him were negative. He gave me cheap toys for Christmas that would break before New Year's. He would pick me up to spend time with me and leave me with family members or random people so he could do something else. He set the bar pretty low for fathers. 

Who were the fathers that had a parenting style I could model? Maybe Heathcliff Huxtable, who those of us of a certain generation idolized or wished was our father. Who wouldn't have enjoyed his Zerberts or winter time BBQ's? Maybe Chris Gardner of The Pursuit of Happyness, whose sole motivation was the survival of his son at all costs.

This is not to say that I lacked for male role models. There were certainly some in my middle school, where I connected with one of the few men of color that have ever taught me. I remember talking with him often and knowing he truly was looking out for me. He knew I was challenged by being one of only a handful of black folks at the school. He even took me to purchase my first pair of track shoes, when he knew they were pricey. As close as I was to my mother, it was meaningful to have this connection with a black male. For that, I thank my old coach and advisor, Bill McBride. 

Thankfully, my mother was beyond competent. Through her influence and my utter disgust for my father, I began to behave and perform in ways that would not only make my mother proud, but would also make my father jealous and sad. My academic success in independent schools and degrees from two great universities, my sports prowess, my career in education, the pride I take in being a sensitive and thoughtful man. All of these things are connected to my wanting to not be my father. What I wanted was to show him what he missed. I wanted him to know that I was able to thrive. I wanted him to regret his decision to leave. I wanted to distance myself so far from him that I wanted desperately to change my middle name, which is his first name. 

I recently came to the conclusion that I am the man I am today because of my father and despite my father. My father unwittingly motivated me. His "parenting"  also inspired me to be a strong parent. The second my daughter was born, when I was able to hold her and her existence became so much more real, it became impossible to imagine not being in her life. No way would I be unreliable. Or not present. Or a negative influence in her life. My "relationship" with my father is certainly a reason why I am a stay at home dad. I want my daughter to have a lasting and strong bond with her father. So, thank you, Dad, for allowing me to create my own model of fatherhood, one that works for my family. You know what? I am straight killin' this fatherhood thing. 

But when it comes down to it, my mother's efforts need to be commended. If she wasn't so strong, smart, and thoughtful, I would not have been able to understand the magnitude of my successes. For that, and so much else, I am happy to call her Mom, and give her my sincere thanks. 

Penny: A Tribute

We lost an important family friend last Wednesday. Lost on the downtown B train in Manhattan, Penny, pictured here, was one of my daughter's closest stuffed friends. 

I'm not going to lie to you. I'm really quite sad about Penny's loss. She shared many adventures with us throughout New York City over the last three years. It is the first time we have had to speak with our daughter about loss. We also spoke to her about how she has to be more responsible with her toys when we leave the house. I have usually been the hero and rescued numerous toys dropped when we have ventured from home. Penny was often on the receiving end of those rescues. I can't always be the savior as much as I might want to be. My daughter has taken it surprisingly well, once again surprising us with her resiliency. Probably eased by this.

A replacement known as L'il Penny. Thinking about trademarking that name!

Another reason why I am sad is what Penny represents. She bridged the gap from my daughter as a newborn to a bouncing, vocal, and observant preschooler. Eventually, my daughter was going to move on from Penny. I understand that. But this is a reminder that these things can happen suddenly. Most importantly, it's a reminder to continue doing what I have been doing, which is treasuring every moment, because these are the most precious of moments. 

I have made a video tribute to Penny. Here's hoping she made some subway rider smile. 

To See or Not to See: The Problem With Racial Colorblindness

My soon to be three year old daughter sees a person's color. It's as simple as that. She describes herself as brown, her mother as pink, and me, her dad, as a "different" brown. I bring this up because I feel there are still far too many people who believe in the concept of "racial colorblindness". I've encountered this concept as a student, teacher, director of diversity, family member, and parent. Even though people who I have heard say they are "colorblind" usually do so with the best intentions, that does not make it any less problematic. I ask those people to see me. I am Black. My Blackness is an essential part of who I am. Don't take that away from me, please. Accept it. Embrace it. Respect it. I would also ask not to deny a part of my daughter's multiracial background. What I would prefer is to not be solely defined by my color. 
Why is this concept so problematic? Because it is what I call classic diversity deflection. Many diversity themed discussions focus on some of the core diversity identifiers: race, socio-economic status/class, sexual orientation, religion, ability. What I have seen so often during my time as a director of diversity is that people are still quite fearful of discussions about race. They will say that we have already talked about this, which ignores and demeans the complexities of the topic. Or, they will deflect, unknowingly, the conversation to a different focus, usually class. Why that topic? Because it is one where people of different races can be on equal footing. And it helps people find a way to relate to racism. Once again, this happens with the best of intentions. However, it does take away from the task at hand, which is deconstructing racism. 

There are a few things you can do to recover from the affliction of racial colorblindness.
1) Understand that discussing race should not be feared.
2) If you are fearful of saying something that makes you sound racist, it's because you are racist. But guess what, according to an interesting theory, we are all recovering racists or purveyors of prejudice. Here is the theory explained.

"In America there are only racists and recovering racists. It is like alcoholism. There is no point at which you are rid of it completely – racist thinking is too much a part of American culture. No one completely escapes it, not even people of color." For more, click here.

3) To become a true white ally and/or anti-racist advocate, educate yourself. Seek help, but challenge yourself to broaden your knowledge on your own, because not all people of color want to educate white folks about their experience.
4) Expose yourself to the rich tapestry that is this country. You can do so through travel, film, books, and food. Yes, the internet can be helpful in this. 
5) Most people of color acknowledge they are people of color. You can, too. Just avoid doing this. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eJCZf7tNLs&feature=player_embedded

Finally, check out these articles that focus on the theory of colorblind. 

Colorblind Notion Aside, Colleges Grapple With Racial Tension

7 Things Your Colorblind Racist Friend Might Say to You and How to Respond

Defying Stereotypes

Although I write this blog as a way of processing my experience as a father, it has been so nice to have a handful of faithful followers support this effort. It's time I give props to each of them. I thank my wife, of course, and my friends, Lindsay and Lorne, for their continued support. In addition, I thank my mother for the opportunity to occasionally debrief one of my entries. It has been important for me to receive some affirmation for this work. Ok, back to the blog.

Two years ago, I made the decision to stay home with my daughter and walk away from a job and place of employment I truly enjoyed. At the time, it was one of the harder decisions I had to make. Thankfully, I had the support of my wife, who was really the only person who understood just how stressful the decision was for me, even though we basically made the call to do this during the summer before my last full year of working at that school. Towards the end of that final year there, the head of the school made an announcement about my impending departure later than usual, due in large part to my having been a finalist for two middle school division head positions. I eventually learned that there were people who for some reason didn't believe me. They felt that I must have been fired. There's no way I chose to be home with my daughter. I still remember the look of a former colleague who basically stinkfaced me when I told her why I was not returning. To be honest, I thank this person for that look, which in some ways reminded me to live life to the fullest. Without that look, I might not have developed an amazingly rich bond with my daughter, taken a photo with Jay-Z, been in a TimeOut Kids photo shoot and a CBS News report with my daughter, volunteered to be a class parent at my daughter's preschool, been in a segment on the Dr. Oz show, met Freckleface Strawberry herself, Julianne Moore, been able to teach English part time at an amazing organization for gifted students of color, and write this blog! To this day, I remain convinced that if I were a woman, the perception would have been quite different. It's never fun to be the one who is different. Trust me, I know this as a black man who has spent much of his life in independent schools and an interracial marriage. Hopefully, what I have done and will continue to do will affect some change of attitude. 

Close to a year ago, I joined a group with many other SAHDs (yes, we have an acronym!) I've thankfully connected with fellow dad bloggers (Shout out again to Lorne Jaffe and his blog!) and found a wonderful support network that I tap into when needed. I tell everyone that will listen that it's a good time to be an at home dad. 

Well, not everyone agrees with this. I recently watched a segment on the daytime talk show, Bethenny. The segment was to focus on SAHDs. Instead, it led to three SAHDs basically defending themselves and others from some old father and male stereotypes. Check out the segment here. The fathers were so fantastic. (Way to go, Lance Somerfeld, one of the founders of the dad's group I joined.) Thankfully, another one of the dads wrote an incredibly thoughtful response to the show experience. A must read! 

Look, I am not looking for sympathy. I know that there are still certainly advantages to my being a man. It just seems like it is time for more openmindedness and a willingness to not perpetuate antiquated stereotypes. I am proud to be a SAHD and grateful for this life changing opportunity. I will continue to use this blog as a way of affirming my SAHD status as well as my fellow fathers doing work. In addition, I promise not to use that acronym as much as I did in this entry. :) 

Supporting Mental Health

I wanted to share a recent segment from the ESPN show, Outside the Lines. It had a major effect on me as a parent. A parent can only hope that his or her child will receive the care and understanding that one deserves, especially at school. I feel for the parents of this young woman and hope others will not have to fill a similar loss. We must remember that there is no norm. We don't all think the same way or learn the same way or emote the same way. We are all different, and that must be embraced and respected. 

You can watch the video here.

Here is an article about this unfortunate incident here. 

I Will Not Stand Quietly.

Dear Dr. King,

Happy Birthday, Sir. It's that time of year again when we spend time celebrating your enduring legacy. What a legacy it is! Thank you for your efforts, your determination, your confidence, and your focus. I promise you that I will not spend this time on some luxurious weekend skiing or sunning. I will spend this time paying proper tribute to all that you sacrificed to help make my current family an honest reality. You know what, Dr. King? I don't just think about you for a couple of days or weeks in January. I try to do some level of this good work 365, 24/7. I remain committed to fighting this fight and hope that the people in my family's life will join this if they have not already done so. But, I can only truly speak of my efforts. Here's what I promise, Dr. King. I will not stand quietly. You did not do what you did for people to be bystanders. Ignorance and bigotry will not reign supreme in my presence. To those who feel they need to question my choice of spouse and the racial makeup of my daughter, I will not stand quietly. To those who hide behind the first amendment, religion, liberalism, or conservatism so that they can say hurtful things, and to those who blindly and ignorantly defend those people without thinking of the often life threatening consequences of those statements, I will not stand quietly. To those who try to excuse racism for some reason without trying to understand why someone had his or her feelings hurt, I will not stand quietly. I owe you and the people who came before me this vigilant approach. After all, you once said that, "Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." Once again, I thank you, Dr. King.