“When you teach your son, you teach your son’s son.”
Today’s story is contributed by Bob Meadows.
I 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.