Recently I read that actor Liam Neeson is giving up making action movies because he feels he’s just too darn old. The news article gave his age – and I just laughed.
Old? You don’t know what you’re talking about, young man. You’re just a kid. You made a few movies in which you flew to Europe to rescue your abducted daughter. Bah! A missing child every couple of years is par for the course as a parent. Have you ever tried taking care of a houseful of grandchildren? That takes energy and endurance. Let me know when you’ve done that and we’ll talk. Take cooking:
“Yuck! I don’t like hot dogs!”
“Don’t you have any salami?”
“My sandwich has the jelly touching the peanut butter! I can’t eat it!”
My friend Liam, when you’re as old as I am, running around Europe chasing bad guys isn’t the hard part. In fact, the flight itself would wear you out, and by the time you had a knock-down-drag-out with the TSA over possession of that giant energy drink in your suitcase, you would be ready to tell your daughter, “Honey, I love you, but you’re on your own.”
This past weekend, we kept our two youngest local grandchildren. I tried to hide out after I got home Friday, but they found me and provided work enough for both my wife and me. There was cooking, feeding, bathing, reading, playing, shopping for toys and playing even more.
By Saturday afternoon, we had cooked all the food in the house, so we took Nolan and Reagan, along with their 16-year-old brother, Camden, to a pizza place . I told the cashier that we were three adults and two kids, since the age limit for kids was 10. I noticed the family was staring at me as we found a table.
“What?” I demanded.
“Papa, I’m 11 now,” Nolan said, and his 7-year-old sister nodded, as did Camden and their grandmother.
“When did that happen?” I asked.
“Uh, on my birthday. Reagan and I are 7 and 11. Like the gas station.”
“Then I just shortchanged this restaurant,” I said. “I don’t know how I forgot you turned 11. I guess it’s just this weekend. I’m pretty wiped out.”
“Why, Papa? Why are you wiped out?”
“Why don’t we go get some pizza? Look, there’s Liam Neeson in the fiber-lovers’ special pizza line.”
NOTE TO READERS: For years you have been kind to send calls, cards, emails and prayers my way because of my illness and treatment. My bone marrow transplant has finally been scheduled for the first week in January, and after that I will be going back and forth to the hospital for at least four months. I will not be able to publish a newspaper column during that time but hope to start it back afterward. I would very much appreciate your emails during that recovery period. And of course, your prayers.
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