A few weeks ago, my husband and I decided to trek over to the golf dome and hit some balls, take in a mini golf game and hang out watching the hackers and smackers and some really good golfers.
I asked my dad if he wanted to go with us and let him know we were bringing a few clubs too as I was dying to see if my back would take the twisting motion. He thought it would be a good idea if he tried too. He enjoyed the drive to the golf dome, noticing the new buildings and amount of traffic. It was a Saturday afternoon, but to him it was just another day.
We pulled up and decided to leave our clubs in the car while we scouted out the place and practiced our putting. My dad was nervous, so I pointed out the washrooms upon entering just to be on the safe side (hey he is 81 and nervous). We entered, payed for our game, picked our color of ball and started playing.
My dad did pretty well. Of course there is no real talent needed on the putting course as my husband found out, scoring not one but two hole in ones! The putting eased my dad back into a place he used to frequent often and enjoyed the challenge and chatter of the old guys afterwards.
My husband ran back to the car and grabbed our clubs as dad and I made our way to the hitting area. We all stretched and twisted with our clubs and took a few practice swings. My husband and I hit a few balls first then my dad stepped up placed a ball on the tee and proceeded to tell us he was going to take it easy.
After the first swing connected on a 200yd straight hit, there was no stopping my dad. I didn’t see his face as I was still staring at his hit, jaw dropped as this guy just hit his first tee shot in 4 years with ease. My husband said the smile on my dads face, holding back tears of joy were priceless.
Just like riding a bike, says dad. Sometimes you have to just keep remembering how fun the ride was and take that risk to get back on! One more experience that was so good for my body, mind and soul!
