Golf Pick Straight To Mah Heart
I’m not one of those moms that’s all, “I wish I they would just stay little” and “Oh, how I wish they would stay like this for life” because, dude, kids grow up, that’s what they are supposed to do. And the older and cooler the children get, that means I’m somewhat doing this mom job properly.
But yesterday when Troy lost his shit over a $1.99 golf club at the thrift store even though we were there looking for a side table and none of us know jack about golfing? And proudly cared it to the register and patted my leg with gratitude whispering, “Oh, thank you, thank you” the entire time I was buying it for him?
A teeny, tiny part of me wished it was always like this, it’s easy, almost too easy. He was so proud of his “new golf pick” all because I, keeper of the dollars and dreams, forked over a few bills.
One day, he will be texting and driving and have friends and secrets and that’s the way it goes. But today? Today we golf.