What My Kid Taught Me About Grilling
June 14, 2013
Another birthday is in the bag and Father’s Day is right around the corner, making it all the more special now that I’m home with my family again and truly enjoying the love and warmth only they can give me.
To get to the heart of “of all things dad day,” Grilling.com has turned to father and award winning author, Jim Higley of Bobble Head Dad, for his personal story.
It was a moment that caught me by surprise.
My son and I were attending a school function and we were at that awkward part of the event when the kids were asked to introduce their folks.
“Tell us something special about your parent,” the teacher instructed the kids.
And then began the one-by-one process where each kid took center stage to present Mom or Dad. Like livestock being auctioned to the highest bidder.
The three parents before me had impressive pedigree – including a juggler, a pilot and a dad who had met the President of the United States. I couldn’t imagine what my son was going to say as he stood up.
“This is my dad,” he said. “And he’s the best griller in the world.”
And there I sat. The newly anointed king of the backyard grill. The only problem was I felt more like a world-class fake than a world-class griller because, truthfully, my grilling skills were limited to burgers, steaks and hot dogs.
As we were driving home that night I asked my son why he said I was good on the grill.
“Because it’s true,” he said. “I love it when you grill.”
And that was the moment when grilling took on a new meaning in my life.
You see, up to that point, I grilled because it was 1) sometimes expected of me and 2) pretty convenient with limited clean-up demands. End of story.
Because it’s true. I love it when you grill.
From my son’s young perspective, grilling was far more than something expected or convenient.
It was something fun. Right up there with shooting hoops, fishing, or catching frogs.
As far as he was concerned, being given the spatula and told to flip the burgers was as valuable as being given the keys to the family car. My limited skills meant nothing to him.
Because he understood that the smell of charcoal coming from the backyard meant one thing: time with Dad.
So this Father’s Day, no matter what your grilling skills, go make some memories with your kids, okay?
Only up for burgers? More power to you.
And if you’re looking for something more, stop by the “Recipes” section of Grilling.com. But if you do, have your kid help you pick out the menu for the day.
Here’s another secret: You can bring a little bit of Father’s Day into every day. Just go light up some charcoal in that grill.
Your kids will thank you.
Happy Father’s Day!
Source: Jim Higley, Bobble Head Dad