My Parents in Town

For as long as I can remember my dad has been a golfer. If he was having a bad day at work, he would come home, load up the golf cart and go to the course. He would come home in the best mood, so cheerful and seemingly worry free.

I think at some point my mom decided she wanted to learn to play as well, because my dad was always the happiest when he played golf.

There were many times when my dad tried to teach me to play. I didn't take to it right away, because I have always avoided anything that I couldn't be perfect at the first time.

I know now, and I tell my girls, that you have to be really bad at something for awhile in order to be really great at it later. Sometimes they believe me and sometimes they don't. I guess it's all about effort and attitude.

I can remember coming home from high school one horribly dirty windy day. I opened the garage door and there was my dad standing there with his hair all standing straight up, a golf club in his hand and a big smile on his face.

I got out of the car really frustrated and annoyed by the wind and my day over all.

He asked me what was wrong and I told him I was just irritable, my lipstick had dirt in it from the tornado like wind outside and my friends had been mean all day.

He told me, "I'm sorry, but your day is only bad if you let it be. Your attitude is everything."

It's a day in my life that I remember with vivid fondness, because I think it was comments like that, that make me who I am today.

This weekend I spent alot of quality time with my dad on the golf course. He helped me with my swing, my attitude and counceled me on life in general. I am so thankful for him and my mom. It was another great weekend!