Black Father In The Age Of Trump
Black Father In The Age Of Trump I Have A Beautiful Black Daughter I am a black father of an intelligent and beautiful six-year old daughter. She is a decent child, curious about the world and operates within it with an innate set of core values of how the world should be. She is charitable in ways that far surpass my wife and I. She is a six-year old child who just learned about money and is continuing to ask questions to deepen her understanding of currency. How money is used, the different dominations, what you can and cannot do with it. She is a six-year old child who has slightly better impulse control than most other six-year olds, but still has urges to pick things up in the store. Last Tuesday she put something into the shopping cart without my permission or authorization. When we were checking out of the store she grabbed a Snickers bar. I saw her and I explained to her that we were going to get sushi and that we might get some candy after our lunch. I always watch my daughter when we are in stores. I focus my gaze uniquely on her, not because I understand the impulse control of a child, but I know the ramifications of her taking a babble or nicknack or piece of candy without paying for it. My Mom And Dad Raised Me To Be Afraid, Like They Were. This is what it means to be the son… Read More »Black Father In The Age Of Trump
