My all-time favorite family sit-com is The Cosby Show, and from a very early age, I thought of Bill Cosby as the quintessential TV dad. Hence, when I happened upon his book Fatherhood
at my grandma’s house, I was curious to read it. The book had been
given to my grandpa as a gift shortly after it was published in May of
1987, two years before his death. I was only eight at the time, but I
knew him long enough to be well aware of what a great dad he was, and I
can attest that he raised three great dads as well.
Cosby’s
book is part memoir and part parenting manual, all infused with the
zingy humor with which he has delighted fans for decades. There are
definite moments of warmth, but mostly it’s curmudgeonly comedy as he
grumbles over the crazy things kids do – and remarks on how crazy
parents are to sign on for it. Along with his own show, reading his book
largely reminded me of two of my favorite comic strips, Baby Blues, which covers the trials of toddlerhood, and Zits, which focuses on the frustration of being – and raising – a teenager.
It seems that nothing in the realm of parenting has changed much since
Cosby wrote this book. Some of the scenarios he describes have played
out in very much the same way in the funny pages lately. I particularly
thought of Jeremy Duncan and his hapless parents when I read Cosby’s
diatribe against the high volume and low class of the music he hears
blasting out of his teen’s stereo.
Fatherhood is
divided into sections and proceeds in roughly chronological order from
pre-parenthood to having an empty nest. Within each chapter, however, he
jumps back and forth a bit. The book is largely a series of brief
anecdotes and reflections, making it ideal for reading a little bit at a
time. A good stopping point is likely to come along every couple of
pages.
It’s clear every step of the way that Bill Cosby is
passionate about parenting. He acknowledges that it’s hard work and
takes parents to task for not being willing to invest their time in this
all-important relationship with their children. He advocates a hands-on
fathering style of nurturing children and having fun with them while
also holding them accountable and helping them mature into responsible
young adults. There’s plenty of good advice by example, and sometimes
negative example, within these pages.
The book begins and ends
with some reflections by Alvin F. Poussaint, a Harvard psychiatrist.
While I read everything he had to say, I found his remarks pretty dull
and overly academic. I guess they put the book into a useful context by
commenting on how Cosby’s approach differs from that of many fathers in
generations that preceded him, but it’s certainly not as engaging as the
main text.
At under 200 pages, with lots of paragraph breaks, Fatherhood
is a quick read. I got through it in an afternoon, and I’m a pretty
slow reader. I laughed my way through much of it, and it made me want to
watch The Cosby Show again as soon as possible and reminded me how lucky I am to have a dad who is equally devoted to his children.
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