Next Year Y’all Gotta Chill
Yesterday was Father’s Day, one of my favorite “holidays” of the year. I love seeing pictured and stories of the influence some men had on their sons and daughters.
Its also a bittersweet day for me too, because I ain’t have a father growing up…or as a grown up. Everything I’ve learned about being a man I’ve had to learn from “on-the-job” experience and reruns of The Cosby Show (download this now WWW.theosgift.com). Still, seeing how some people were able to grow up with a man who loved, stewarded and guided them to become semi-responsible adults is pretty dope to me.
So, I ain’t have nobody to buy a tie or some Brut by Fabergé, but I sure had someone to NOT buy a gift for…
I ain’t buy her a gift for fathers day because she ain’t my father. She was a single mom. I also ain’t spend all day dumping mounds of shade on my father for not being their, because in both instances, fatherhood is too important.
I know none of y’all did this, right?
Next year can we just please have one day for the fathers for real. Not Mothers Day II and not Tell The World About My Deadbeat Day. There are 300 other days for that.