“My husband goes out of his way to be nice and talk to EVERYONE. Not because he’s a people person, but because he’s learned a 6’5 Black man must overcompensate so people won’t be afraid of him.”
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“My husband goes out of his way to be nice and talk to EVERYONE. Not because he’s a people person, but because he’s learned a 6’5 Black man must overcompensate so people won’t be afraid of him.”
“’I just don’t fit here.’ He didn’t feel like he was good enough for us. We felt the weight during the entire process of trying to hold it all together. We questioned if we EVER wanted to be parents. I asked Joel, ‘Do you want to hear about another kid?’ He nodded. ‘Yes.’”
“You know you would, too. But we, as white bodies in this country, have the privilege of having only to imagine it.”
“When we traveled together, the flight attendant asked us and ONLY us if we belonged together. They see a black man. They don’t know he spent half of his life serving this nation.”
“I saw you verbally tap dance when the police pulled you over, carefully annunciating every syllable and narrating your movements. We locked eyes. Black father, you walk through a world where you’re stereotyped to death, but you still rise.”
“I pulled my daughter off a 10-story ledge. I made sure my son was breathing. It was exhausting. As I relaxed on the beach in the shade with my feet up reading a book, I realized I needed to tell you something… vacations won’t look like the vacations from your childhood.”
“My husband indulges my dramatic stories, but she’ll ask me to tell it again. He knows what I want in my future, but she knows all the secrets of my past. Marriage is wonderful, parenthood is a blessing, but a friendship that spans that entire journey is like nothing else.”
“I hate so much that you’re not here right now, but I’m so lucky I get to be Daddy and Mommy for this season. Not a day goes by we don’t talk about you.”
“Fortunately, I DO have the ability. It had been a huge learning curve for my husband who was required to eat foods that make him gag. The brain is good at making associations.”
“I sat there, trying to hold back my tears. ‘What does this mean? What about her unborn sister? Will she have friends?’ I couldn’t take it anymore. I just sat there and let the tears flow down my cheeks as my daughter stood in between my legs. I stroked her hair, feeling so afraid for her future.”