A Beautiful Vision

In recent weeks when I have been out and about I have started seeing something that is rare in the black community.....Fathers/Daddies spending quality time with their children. Last Saturday morning I was out getting something to eat and sat down next to a little boy and his father. The son looked genuinely happy and daddy had borrowed his grin from Alice's Chestaire cat.  The dad was telling his son about his pee-wee football schedule for the upcoming season or Sunday when I was preparing for Super Bowl I saw a dad in most manly attire(football jersey, hat representing his favorite team,) sports attire and glitter on his face... that caused me to do a double take until I looked around his knees and saw a beautiful little smiling face giggling because daddy had just bought her teddy bear.  I remember having a conversation with my own dad about his days coming home from work and seating at table three feet off the floor wearing a pink boa and princess crown that in my opinion went very well with a suit or sport coat and tie.  In the African American community those are rare occassions and a beautiful vision for me to witness. I know how lucky a child is to have a loving caring daddy. I am daddy's girl even at 27.  Children don't care about money that is spent  on them they care about time that is spent with them  I call upon the men with children continue to create those visions of beauty.

Lost Standards

This is my first posting on my blog. In today's society standards about everything from politics to dress has changed since I was young. At 27 years old I find myself having this same conversation with my mom, my girlfriends, colleague, and random people in the grocery store. If we examine American society through the ages standards may not have been spoken but they were most definitely conveyed especially in public. Today standards are lackluster and subpar to say the least. Generation Xers like myself standards are time stamped and based off of  how quick does it provided financial, and relational satisfaction which is problematic. I realize that my standards for life, love, work and happiness are solid and built from a solid foundation. Does your standards change based on money, looks, popular public opionion/perception?