I spent the day with Mom and Dad
Sep. 10th, 2007 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatgirlteresaThat's pretty normal for a Sunday. I know that I don't lead an extraordinarily exciting life, but I really look forward to heading out to the 'rents house (almost) every Sunday. Mom has told me that it actually makes Dad really happy when I come out at least once a week. Mom seemed to be implying that Dad really misses having me around. For some reason this makes me feel so good. Maybe because it's a given that I'm close to my mom--we're at the point where we're actually friends now. Dad, however, has frightened me for most of my life, and I think he hasn't known what to do with a daughter for most of my life. I think he knew what he was supposed to do with sons (fishing, hunting, snowmobiling, etc.), but I think the fact that I've been a female has intimidated him and made it hard for him to bond with me. I've never been a "daddy's girl." Only very recently have I felt like I can actually connect with Dad.
I think I made him extra happy today. I went golfing with him and Mom. Yes indeed. I'm not much of a golfer. Sometimes I exaggerate how many times I've been golfing. I told dad it was probably my fifth time ever. I don't know why I said that. In reality it was my absolute third time. Second and a half if you want to get really technical (I didn't finish my last round I played with Andrew, Al, and Megan because I had to go to work). Still, I hit some good shots. Legit good shots. If some of my shots weren't horribly sliced, they would have been AWESOME. Dad kept giving me pointers which would have been annoying if they hadn't helped. In the nine holes that we played, I improved significantly.
So I had a good time on the course because I legitimately enjoy golfing. I like being outside. I like the feeling of getting a good shot and a nice loft to a ball. I like the nice *ping* of a well-struck golf ball. I like the challenge of golf. But mostly I like that my going golfing made Dad happy. That's what I most like about golfing today.
I think I made him extra happy today. I went golfing with him and Mom. Yes indeed. I'm not much of a golfer. Sometimes I exaggerate how many times I've been golfing. I told dad it was probably my fifth time ever. I don't know why I said that. In reality it was my absolute third time. Second and a half if you want to get really technical (I didn't finish my last round I played with Andrew, Al, and Megan because I had to go to work). Still, I hit some good shots. Legit good shots. If some of my shots weren't horribly sliced, they would have been AWESOME. Dad kept giving me pointers which would have been annoying if they hadn't helped. In the nine holes that we played, I improved significantly.
So I had a good time on the course because I legitimately enjoy golfing. I like being outside. I like the feeling of getting a good shot and a nice loft to a ball. I like the nice *ping* of a well-struck golf ball. I like the challenge of golf. But mostly I like that my going golfing made Dad happy. That's what I most like about golfing today.
