Fatherhood Being a father is hard; this is what I do understand. Being a father is more than sending an eightyseven dollar check to cover two boys, this is also what I know. But what I don’t know is how can a father claim to love his children; and then leave after a few years. A man becomes a father when he sees his child; why? Shit I don’t know. If I ever have children I will become a father a soon as the mother tells me she is pregnant. It’s as simple as that. No lollygagging. A man has to know that the responsibility that he is about to take on is way bigger than he is; he is in charge of another life. All of my life I had to sit back and watch my mother work her fingers to the bone just to pay the mortgage, car note, and other household utilities. If my father would have stayed around this may have been different. My father is a man of great potential, and quite frankly I am glad to have been born to him. Because of he and my mother I am a handsome young man with a bright future. My father will never understand how much he has missed out on my growth. He should be absolutely thankful for my success, for my triumphs. He should be happy that I am not in these streets like these other young black men,
pushing drugs, getting infected with diseases. Man, I’m doing damn well and that’s all thanks to my mother. I guess it all comes down to this. When my father’s dying day comes and his kids are standing around him; he is going to wish he done well by us. He will never know, none of us may show up…all of might. I will; that’s my father. If it weren’t for his semen I wouldn’t be here.