Eight is a pretty good age. I like eight. My son is developing a good sense of humor, he is contemplative, curious, and creative. This is where all those little adventures begin; the time in a person’s life where the story of who they are begins. I feel sorry for those parents who miss this time in their children’s lives for whatever reason.
This weekend we got a new visitor to our house – Crabby. The crab he picked up at the beach and put in a little tupperware habitat. He came home from Nana and Papa’s with pockets full of shells. I love this age. It is the age of discovery and the moments of creation of self.
His dad loves this age too, because at eight he wanted things that his father was not around to give. He wanted someone to play baseball with him, to take him hiking, to go fishing with, to show him how to be a man and a human being. What his father didn’t really understand is that your children give you an opportunity, not to re-live your own childhood the way you imagined it should be but, to live and practice what you have learned.
Unfortunately, for my blog, it is not something you can simply tell someone. Maybe it can be told through a really good story, but mostly it must be experienced to understand. All you have to do is open the door. To any child, it doesn’t matter…
JJ said to me once, “what if I don’t like Kai?” I’m not sure why it was stated as a question. It is a guarantee that any man in my life will not like Kai at some point. It is also a guarantee that Kai will not like them. It’s not as if he is the only person who has ever asked this or worried about this.
People, in their arrogance, tend to forget that children take on the responsibility of adults too. The have the job of reminding you who you once were, what you once did, what you loved, your dreams, your aspirations, your illusions. What they do is give you is the privilege of giving the love you wanted to receive when you were eight. It’s a kind of redemption, a kind of empowerment.
I spoke a lot with my friends this week about parents and family and hurt and joy. I have a lot of little stories for you. Some are happy and some are sad and some are in the form of comic books.
Orange and Bourbon Salmon
(well, I couldn’t give you a crab recipe now, could I?)
- 1/4 cup bourbon
- 1/4 cup fresh orange juice
- 1/4 cup low-sodium soy sauce
- 1/4 cup packed brown sugar
- 1/4 cup chopped green onions
- 3 tablespoons chopped fresh chives
- 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
- 2 garlic cloves – chopped
- 4 (6-ounce) salmon fillets (about 1 inch thick)
- Cooking spray
Combine first 8 ingredients in a large zip-top plastic bag, and add salmon to bag. Seal and marinate in refrigerator 1-1/2 hours, turning bag occasionally.
Prepare grill or broiler.
Remove salmon from bag, reserving marinade. Place salmon on a grill rack or broiler pan coated with cooking spray. Cook 6 minutes on each side or until fish flakes easily when tested with a fork, basting frequently with reserved marinade.