I am not a golfer, but I’d like to be some day. Likewise, my boys haven’t spent much time swinging golf clubs, but it is something that I look forward to them falling in love with in the years to come.
It is funny to me, that as a non-golfer, I am totally smitten by the sport. There’s something about the gorgeous fairways and greens, the history and tradition, and even the vocabulary….birdie, bogey, eagle, albatross, putt, slice, sink…that gives me the warm fuzzies. And then, there’s the “uniform”…and, yes, I realize it isn’t really a uniform…I just wasn’t sure what else to call it. I’m not going to lie, in my books, it is hard to beat a good looking golfer in his Under Armor, Nike, what have you. They even make visors look good.
The day that Finn was born I was induced at about 8:00 in the morning. He was born just after 8:00 that night. For most of the loooong day, The US Open was on the TV in my hospital room. Call me crazy, but I think that somehow has something to do with the fact that, when a golf tournament is on TV, Finn can’t keep his eyes off of it. For the record, Lucas Glover went on to win the tournament that year.
So, yesterday was no different. After a really busy day, we settled in to unwind and watch the end of the Masters. I am so glad that we did. What a great learning opportunity for the boys to witness the history unfold. 21 year-old Jordan Spieth became the 2nd youngest golfer to win the Masters after only Tiger Woods and his 1997 performance. He also became the 5th ever Masters Champion to hold the lead throughout the entire tournament. “Wire to Wire” they say in golfing lingo. With a final score of 18 under, he tied Tiger Woods for the lowest round in Masters history. If not for a bogey on the 18th hole he would have broken the record.
More special than all of that, however, was watching Jordan Spieth celebrate with his family after his win. Seeing his parents, grandfather, and more, obviously teary-eyed and unbelievably emotional and proud, was so tremendous. Watching Jordan hug them all, it was hard to not think of the hours, the commitment, the money, and the support, that they provided for him. It was impossible to not think of the smiles, the cheers, the triumphs, and the dreams, that he provided to them. The side of me that loves the sport enjoyed watching Jordan don the illustrious green jacket. The mother in me saw his childhood flash by on the road to yesterday’s unbelievable day.
While we celebrate all of our children’s little successes weekly, if not daily, it was hard to not wonder what will be their “Masters Moment.” What will be the pinnacle to their hard work and where will their road take them?