In my previous life, I played golf three or four times a week. I love golf. I even love to watch it on television. In fact, before I met Antique Daddy, I wouldn’t even consider dating someone who didn’t play golf. It was on my non-negotiable list. We played quite a bit until Sean came along and I hope that one day Sean will take it up and we will play as a family because the family that golfs together, well, they spend a lot of time together.
On Twitter the other day I saw that my friend, the author Jill Shalvis, asked the rhetorical question, “Why do I have children?” Actually, she said it more like this: WHY DO I HAVE CHILDREN? If we are honest with ourselves, we all feel that way at one time or another. There are just some days when you want to throw your kiddo in the lake, just like a big bag of golf clubs and say, “I quit!” and then stomp off to the club house for drinks and nachos.
But in parenting, there is no club house. There’s just another day. And if you throw your kid in the lake, chances are they would just swim out and keep pulling on your sleeve and talking in that Alvin the Chipmunk voice.
Where was I?
Yes, how parenting is like golf.
So on Twitter the other day, in response to her question, I said to Jill that parenting is like golf. And that was it. Which makes no sense. I’m like some geekzoid girl who walks up to the cutest guy at the party and just blurts out some random fact and then I shove my hands under my armpits. So here then, in this space where I am afforded more than 140 characters, let me tell you how parenting is like golf.
Clothing should be comfortable. Matching is optional.
It is a darn expensive hobby.
It takes up a lot of time.
A lot of people do it, but not that many do it well.
Those who don’t do it, think it’s boring. It’s not.
It’s not as easy as it looks.
Like dancing, you can look really silly while doing it.
It will make you cuss. Even if you don’t.
Everyone has advice on how you can do it better.
Aspire for par.
It’s all about patience and discipline and finesse – not strength.
It will make your back hurt.
It takes balls.
There are lots of books and videos promising to make you an expert. They won’t.
Sometimes the harder you try the worse it gets – relax.
Wear sunscreen. ( Just thought I’d throw that one in.)
A bad day of parenting is better than a good day of not parenting.