FatherHood.

I was in NYC for a speaking event, and I took the afternoon subway to get there. I got on the train and stood over a Black father sitting next to his son, who was keeping himself busy with a deck of playing cards. His daughter, who was hearing impaired, sat on his lap. As the train moved and swayed down the track, I could see the gentle stop-and-go synchronize with their bodies and soon their eyes. In what felt like an instant, they fell asleep. A part of me wanted to film this quiet moment in a sleepless city, but I was afraid that it would disturb the rest that they so desperately deserved. I quickly captured a picture and felt grateful. I, too, have a father who showed up for my brothers and me. I, too, know what it is like to commit to those that I helped bring into this troubled world. I do not know this man in the picture... I just want him to know that I see him, I am proud of him, and he needs to know that he is enough.

~eHw~