We are back from vacation, a vacation that was quietly lovely. The weather started out horrible. It would randomly rain, these huge torrential downpours, to the point where you couldn’t see. It was not beach or pool weather, so we mini golfed, a lot. Once, through a rain storm.
They gave us ponchos at least.
I hate mini golf. I’m terrible at it, and it is boring and nothing happens. But Michael loves mini golf. So we mini golfed. And at times it was fun. We laughed, and got drenched in the rain, and didn’t keep score. And Doug got a hole in one and a free ticket to go back. So we did.
It made me think, this is what we do for our kids. I would obviously never, in a million bazillion, trillion, years, choose to mini golf. But Michael loves it, and there was nothing to do. I would have been perfectly happy sitting home and reading a book (run, don’t walk to get a copy of The Interestings, the best book I have read in YEARS), but this is what we do as parents.
It sounds silly, but we give up so much for our kids. Our sleep, our time, our leisure activities, that I barely even notice it anymore. But at my about 22th round of mini golf is when I was all seriously, can’t we at least go bowling? (Another activity I’m terrible at by the way.) And half way through the 900th game I thought to myself, I’m actually having a good time and I realized this was the gift Michael gave me. He took something I despised, well hey, I probably still despise it, and made it halfway enjoyable.
I’m not going to lie, I still complained about playing mini golf. We still went to the beach and the pool and the fireworks. I ate crabs and went on a date night with my husband. But I suspect, 10 years from now, when I think of July 4th week 2013, its the mini golf I’ll remember the most. And I’ll still smile and laugh about it.
If we only get 18 summers, than every little bit counts. If we only get 18 summers, than I can suck it up and mini golf.
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