Posts Tagged ‘Health’

Father’s Day in a Father-scarce Community

More than just my own distress is the root of this push towards education and advocacy for the plight of infertile African Americans. The true push lies in the fact that I for one believe that we need to be aware of EVERY threat that is up against the black family. If we are already at a loss for true African American parenting and child rearing, then how much farther will our decline descend if we ignore the fact that the fertility rate of our race is dwindling.

But this won’t be a humdrum post, so let me quickly change the pace.

This morning, though my husband and I have no biological children as of yet, I found myself beaming to celebrate father’s day with him. My eagerness was due to the fact that he has been more than a father figure to so many children whom he truly loves. I’ve seen this man pull over and go to the door of people who let their small children play too close to busy streets, and I’ve also seen him care for children who had no biological tie to him with the dedication of a new father.

These are the kind of men our children need to see. Biological or not, we have to return to village thinking. If you see a child acting out or doing something out of pocket, it SHOULD be up to the community to rectify and address. Time out for momma’s on the “Don’t you say nothing to me or my baby” kick. We cannot ask men to be fathers and then take away every right they have.

I applaud every man who has taken on another man’s seed as his own.
I applaud every man who steps up the plate and FIGHTS for his children, be it in court, at the babymomma’s house, or elsewhere. I understand how tempting it can be to abandon responsibilities when the mother’s are acting more like children, and I thank you for thinking more of your babies than to let the temptation prevail.
I applaud every man who has refocused his life to better serve as an example for his children.
I applaud every man who has put his children first.

This post is for the father figures and for my brothers out there that have recently realized that being a father and being a dad are things to be proud of again. Slowly but surely, we are turning this thing around black men. And I for one am soo proud of you!

Sometimes I need my ass whooped.

So, a major part of this thing has got to be staying healthy. I know that. You know that. We all know that right? So WHY, do I have to beat my own ass everyday about forgetting to take my meds?! Its one little pink pill that keeps my thyroid in check and yet I can’t seem to remember it on a daily basis. Let me tell you how bad it gets.

Yesterday, in the waiting room of my Dr’s office, I SUDDENLY thought, “Oh SHIT! What if she checks my blood today? I didn’t take my synthroid” So, my eyes scanned the waiting room and Yipee. there was a water fountain right under the “Parenting” magazines. So I popped a pill and tried my best to snag a good mouthful of water without accidentally dropping the pill into the fountain. I had to look like an idiot, trying to hold my purse, push the fountain with my knee, and then my bracelet slipped off and I was just a weird mess.

Now, all that could have been avoided if I actually thought enough of my damn predicament to faithfully take my medicine in the morning like I’m supposed to. But I guess that would be too much like right, because I am CONSTANTLY Forgetting to take this medication.

Why do we as a people have to be coaxed and cajoled into doing crap that we’re supposed to do for our own good? Stuff like:
“Remember to brush your teeth”
“Drink 8 glasses of water a day!”
“Be Active, Fatty!”
“Hey idiot, eat breakfast every day!”

We have to come up with slogans and commercials to help people do things that will keep them alive. How stupid is that? Infertility aside, at the heart of The Broken Brown Egg, we’re talking about being HEALTHY. Black folk are not very good at taking care of ourselves. I gotta do better. And probably, so do you.

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