What My Father Taught Me About Being A Dad

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Xavier, Dad, MeI look at my father, I look at my son, and I understand the privilege that was handed to me, and the responsibility that I have accepted. I had a phenomenal role model for fatherhood. Now I have to be one.

I am black. My father is black. My son is black. Most black boys -- black children -- grow up without their fathers in the home. Most black boys -- black children -- grow up with mothers who are not married. The married-to-mom black father is the rarest of parents.

My father and mother celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in February. They married, had three children, and stayed married. It was not, as foolish people say, “the times.” Plenty of the couples my parents partied with back in the 60s and 70s split up. My parents’ staying power comes from will, faith, luck, pluck, and whatever other ingredients make up the stew of longevity.

Dad is a great dad. He is a big man, big in spirit, big in faith, big in family, big in laughter. I am certain, if you know the fable of the footprints in the sand, that it was my father's footprints that remained when I didn’t have the strength to carry on. And he is a remarkable man. Dad never met his biological father, and his stepfather (who I only knew as a beloved grandfather) liked to drink and fight. With those two role models, Dad could've easily drifted onto a darker path. Yet somehow, he knew that wasn’t the man, the husband, the father, that he wanted to be. His strength made my siblings and me exceptions: three black children who grew up with their father in the house, with no secret siblings on the side.

My dad tells a story. During a long ago weekend when I was just a little guy, Dad got called into the office. As he was getting into his car, I ran outside with my mitt and ball. You said we were going to play catch, I reminded him. Dad got out of the car and we went into the backyard. We tossed the ball back and forth, he says, for about 15 minutes. He then headed to work, leaving behind a satisfied son who learned this lesson: a dad keeps his word.

I don't remember any of that. I will never forget it.

I can never pay Dad back. But I can make him look good. Now it’s my turn. I will be the beacon for my son. I will stand beside his mother, the most important thing I can do, so my son learns a husband supports his wife, that a father is there for the family. I will guide him, as firmly as necessary. I will encourage him, challenge him, be his rock. I will give him something to respect, to fear, more than he fears and respects anything on the streets.

I will love him and, as long as he allows it, hug him and kiss him. And if he ever wants to have a game of catch, my mitt will always be ready.

What did you learn about being a parent from your parents?

Image via Angela Johnson Meadows

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2cent... 2centsCDN

Congrats to your parents on being together 50 years! Your Dad sounds awesome!

I really enjoy reading your articles, its nice to see the Dad perspective on a blog thats mostly Moms.

pippi311 pippi311

Hats off to you and your father for being such great examples of what a true father is!

outer... outer.banks

They taught me how to listen.

janua... january_mommee

I don't htink dads get enough recognition. Thanks for sharing your stories.

justi... justins_momm292

Your dad sounds great. Mine was as well.

Rushn311 Rushn311

Kids comes first always!

Bmat Bmat

That if your child hurts, you hurt.

foodi... foodie.at.heart

I learned how to talk things through without yelling. 

Leele... Leelee1008

As bad as it sounds, what NOT to be like was what I learned. I was raised by my grandparents. My mother and father were never married, and neither really had a role in my life. My mother lives about 15 minutes from us and we dont hear a word from her. My father passed away 2 years ago.

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